Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Elysia knew he was up to his old tricks again, playfully shoving him away, "Stop it, I'm dry now."

He fell silent for a moment before diving back into Elysia's arms, wriggling about like a clingy golden retriever.

Tickled by his antics, Elysia laughed while trying to push him away, only to find herself backed against a wall with nowhere to retreat. She exerted more force in her push, exclaiming,

"Cut it out! Big Pup!"

Her voice was indulgent, filled with laughter.

Hearing her call him Big Pup, Tarquin looked up with a fiercely playful glare. Elysia's cheeks flushed as she issued her light-hearted threat in the least menacing tone possible,Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"I'll smack you if you don't stop, you hear?"

A mysterious glint appeared in Tarquin's deep eyes as he gazed at her for a few seconds before lowering his head to playfully bite her!

He really was turning into a big wolfhound!

"Hey!" As he nipped at her, Elysia pinched him in retaliation, both careful not to use too much force.

Given Tarquin's size and strength, he naturally dominated their playful 'fight', nibbling at her relentlessly until his nibbles found her lips. Elysia shivered, letting out a muffled groan.

Tarquin, now overtaken by passion yet mindful of her frail state, kissed her intensely for a few minutes before reluctantly letting her go. Elysia, left breathless by his kisses, had her cheeks flushed a deep red.

After a moment of quiet, Tarquin smiled and said, "I'll feed you some soup."

Elysia, unaccustomed to being fed, refused.

But he insisted, and she couldn't resist him.

The soup was still hot, so he would carefully blow on it before feeding her, displaying both patience and care.

Knowing he hadn't eaten either, Elysia invited him to share, and they took turns with the spoon, one sip at a time.

After finishing the soup, Benjamin stopped by to check on Elysia. Once assured she was alright, he left.

Late into the night, Tarquin sat beside Elysia's bed, keeping her company. Knowing he hadn't rested all day, Elysia suggested he get some sleep. He refused, saying he couldn't relax without seeing her.

Elysia, having slept through the day, wasn't tired and didn't want to keep him up. After some thought, she said,

"Come up and join me, then."

Tarquin froze, a mix of surprise and confusion on his face. They had been together for a while but hadn't shared a bed for the night; at most, they had cuddled during intimate moments, but Elysia had always set boundaries for the night.

Her invitation caught Tarquin off guard.

Elysia, her cheeks burning at his stare, added, "If you don't want to, forget it."

"I want to!" Tarquin quickly climbed into the bed.

Elysia reminded him, "You're here to rest, no funny business!"

Tarquin grinned, "Can we cuddle, at least?"

Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her.

Tarquin rested his chin on her head, "It feels like I'm holding the whole world."

Elysia nestled into him, her heart fluttering.

When Tarquin wanted to chat, she insisted she wanted to rest, silencing him.

Soon, Tarquin fell asleep.

Listening to his steady breathing, Elysia carefully lifted her head to admire him.

From her angle, she could see his chiseled profile and his stunning features, flawless as if sculpted with precision.

Unable to resist, Elysia reached out to touch his chin...

But her phone suddenly rang, startling her.

Tarquin stirred, tightening his embrace.

Elysia waited until she was sure Tarquin had fallen back into a deep sleep before cautiously checking her phone.

The message she saw sent her into a whirlwind of surprise and concern!