Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



The next second, someone knocked and came in with breakfast.

Seeing the scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a variety of pastries, Elysia was even more shocked, "Is the food in jail always this good?"

"This isn't a prison, dummy!" Tarquin sneered, glancing at the thermos she brought, "Did you bring me breakfast?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd have nothing to eat, or just stale bread and pickles. Had I known you eat like a king, I wouldn't have bothered."

"Open it. Let's see what you've got."

Elysia mumbled, "It's nothing fancy like yours, don't bother."

Nevertheless, Tarquin had the luxurious breakfast cleared away and took the thermos Elysia brought over to him, opening it himself. He took out the food one by one and laid it in front of him: a homemade savory pancake, a side of chilled veggies, two boiled eggs, and a bowl of oatmeal. Seeing him not move, Elysia thought he was disgusted and mumbled again, "I told you it's nothing fancy. If you don't want it, fine by me."

She made a move to pack it up, but Tarquin slapped her hand away.

"Why'd you hit me?!"

Tarquin said nothing, just lowered his head and started to eat.

Elysia was surprised and was about to say something when he said, "Don't talk while eating."

Elysia was speechless, "What era are you living in? 'Don't talk while eating,' my foot! I'm asking you, have the police given you any explanation for keeping you so long?"

Tarquin ignored her, quietly eating his breakfast. He usually didn't care much about the 'don't talk while eating' rule, but today was different. He wanted to seriously enjoy this meal, cherishing not so much the food but the feeling it brought him... warmth, beauty. Even though there might be thousands who wished him dead, there were still those who cared about him, right?

Elysia didn't realize he could feel neglected. Unable to empathize with him at the moment, she just watched him ignore her, not saying anything else. Only when he had finished everything did she ask with wide eyes, "Did I not bring enough? Are you still hungry?"

"It was just right."

Tarquin tidied up the utensils, looking at Elysia, "Thanks for the breakfast."

His sudden politeness made Elysia feel uneasy. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She packed the utensils back into the thermos to take home and wash.

After finishing, she finally asked, "Do you know what the actual problem is?"

"What problem?"novelbin

"Why haven't you been cleared of suspicion yet?!"

Tarquin squinted, pondering how to reassure her without revealing too much about himself. Before he could figure it out, Elysia suddenly said, "Maybe you could find a way to let me see the body, and I could help you find evidence to clear your name!"

Tarquin was stunned, "?"

Elysia was serious, "The appearance of a suicide and a murder are different. I'll go see the body, then take the evidence to the police and demand they release you."

She didn't know Tarquin had a confrontation with the deceased. She thought Tarquin had no connection with the deceased, just happened to witness the suicide, and the police suspected him of involvement. She hadn't considered that the police might suspect the deceased was forced to jump by Tarquin.

Tarquin, hearing this, stared at her for a while before asking, "Why do you care so much about me?"

Elysia, as if her pride was wounded, flared up, "Who cares about you! Didn't I explain already? I came because of Elijah and Evan! Don't flatter yourself."

Tarquin just smiled, disarmingly handsome.

Elysia glared at him, "Stop laughing, or I'll really leave you to your fate!"

"Heh." This time, Tarquin laughed outright.

Elysia turned away, fuming.

What an infuriating man!