Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Red socks, red boxers, red thermal underwear, and a red shirt... a sea of red.

Bright and vibrant, yet all a blur.

He never liked red; his wardrobe was a palette of dark hues, the only exception being white.

And then...

He took a closer look at the boxers she bought for him, the smallest size!

Did she have some misunderstanding about his size?

Luckily, Elysia didn't just get him one set; she treated everyone equally, buying three sets for the kids and three for him!

Tarquin opted for a dark suit and shirt instead, skipping the thermal underwear and the boxers she bought.

They were too small, impossible to wear!

Tarquin was the first to get ready, sitting in the living room waiting for them, when Lowell sent over a list.

All outsiders.

Some from within the system, others on the fringe.

Staying at the police station these past few days, even spreading false rumors about entrusting his legacy, was all for this list. This list contained names of those who had tried to bring him down during this ordeal and those who had tried to save him. Those who wanted to save him, regardless of their motives, would be rewarded.

As for those who wished him dead... their good days were over!

Tarquin read through the list with a cold expression, stood up, and walked to the balcony to call Lowell, instructing him on how to deal with these people.

As soon as he hung up, he heard noises behind him.

The four little ones had changed into their outfits!

All in matching vintage-inspired New Year's sets.

They wore red sweaters adorned with vintage elements on top and black embroidered skirts at the bottom.

The fabric was high-end, and the hand embroidery was top-notch, clearly custom-made.

Combined with their clean, charming little faces, Tarquin was reminded of royal princes from old TV shows.

He couldn't help but feel moved at this moment.

The four kids, nearly identical in height and build, looked like quadruplets. Oh, if only they were all his sons, Tarquin thought!

Emmett ran straight into Elysia's room,

"Mommy, I'm here."

"Alright, come in."

Emmett was there to do Elysia's makeup.

Their outfits, along with what Elysia was wearing today, were all chosen by Emmett.

Only Tarquin's was picked out by Elysia.

Now, in the living room, it was just one adult and three kids left.

Elijah asked, "Daddy, why are you dressed like that? Didn't Mommy also buy you clothes like ours?"

Tarquin honestly replied, "It's not my style."

Elijah frowned, "You don't like it?"

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"But Mommy says, for New Year's, you have to wear red. It's festive."

Elijah seemed a bit upset but didn't insist on Tarquin changing.

Evan snorted, "If you don't like it, fine. I don't want to match with certain people anyway! Humph!"

Tarquin: "...

The three kids sat in the living room waiting for Elysia while Tarquin started a video conference on his phone to deal with urgent business matters. Having spent a few days at the police station, his company was in chaos, and now was the time for a board meeting to stabilize morale.

He was mostly there to listen and occasionally nod, using only one earbud so he could stay aware of the surroundings.

After a while, Elysia came out.

"Wow-"

Elliot, Evan, and Elijah exclaimed in unison, amazed.

Tarquin also lifted his head curiously...

His gaze sharpened, his heart skipping a beat.

The desire for beauty is universal, and men are visually oriented by nature. Tarquin was no exception; he was just another man who appreciated beauty.

Looking at Elysia, he couldn't look away.

The continuous chatter of company directors in his ear became annoying. Frowning, he didn't care about the importance of their discussion and casually ended it with,

"Meeting adjourned!"

He shut off his phone, removed his earpiece, and focused all his attention on Elysia.

Elysia had traded her usual comfortable, casual sporty look for a striking red dress that accentuated her figure.

Her hair was styled into mature, wavy curls.

Her makeup was sophisticated and refined.

Her entire presence was transformed.

The dress, a Western rendition of the elegant Eastern qipao, balanced sexiness and modesty perfectly.

It not only showcased her perfect figure without being over-the-top or revealing but also highlighted her inner beauty.

And the choice of red added a unique allure, capturing a timeless elegance.