Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1811

"I know he's a good man. Tarquin treats him like a brother, so how bad could he be?" Folly argued, his voice tight with frustration. "I just don't want Blossom with him. It's not that I think he's a bad person, and I'm not looking down on him for being a bodyguard."

He paced the floor, running a hand through his hair. "I know he saved Blossom's life. He's her savior, a hero to the Blythe family. But gratitude is one thing. He just isn't marriage material."

Elysia Thorne stood there, completely speechless. She couldn't find the right words to counter him.

Folly massaged his temples, letting out a heavy sigh. "Just go in and talk some sense into her. Whatever happens, she can't keep neglecting her health. That comes first."

Elysia nodded. Stepping further into the house, she first made her way to Hollis's room. Blossom's mother was lying in bed, crying her eyes out. Elysia spent a long time comforting her, and only after Hollis had calmed down did she head over to Blossom's room.

The door was locked from the inside. She knocked softly. "Blossom, it's me. Let me in."

A few moments later, the door clicked open.

Blossom Blythe stood there, her hair disheveled and her eyes swollen and red. The second she saw Elysia, she threw herself into her arms and burst into tears, looking entirely heartbroken.

"Elysia!"

Her heart aching for her friend, Elysia gently rubbed her back and led her to the bed.

Just like they used to do in their college dorm, they kicked off their shoes, climbed onto the mattress, and huddled together to talk.

Elysia spoke in a soft, soothing tone. "You don't need to worry about Folly and Hollis. I just saw them. They're upset, but they're physically fine, and they're really worried about you."

She brushed a stray lock of hair from Blossom's face. "I understand how you feel, but try to see it from their perspective. As parents, it's only natural they'd want you to end up with Lancelot."

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