Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1370

5:00 PM. The ski resort.

Blossom was still pestering Axel to teach her how to ski. She’d been at it all day.

The thing was, Axel wasn’t even dressed for skiing. No gear, no intention of hitting the slopes, and he was clearly ignoring her.

Blossom didn’t mind. If he ignored her, she just kept at it, relentless.

Honestly, skiing wasn’t even the reason she was here.

Chasing after Axel had made her shamelessly persistent.

If Axel glared at her, she’d just flash him a goofy grin.

If he rolled his eyes, she’d wink back, all flirty.

It wasn’t until Axel’s phone started ringing that she finally paused.

He stepped aside to take the call, and Blossom waited a few steps away, watching him like a fangirl staring at her celebrity crush, eyes shining with admiration.

Whatever was said on the other end of the line, Axel’s face darkened, the air around him turning even colder.

Blossom’s brows knit together, worry written all over her face.

As soon as he hung up, she hurried over.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Axel didn’t even glance her way. He just strode off towards Tarquin.

Blossom trailed after him like a puppy.

She was bundled up in a puffy ski suit and clumsy on her skis, wobbling along like a Benny’s penguin.

Suddenly, a group of girls swooshed her way, barely slowing as they shouted, “Move it! You’re in the way!”

Blossom panicked, her brain short-circuiting. She tried to dodge, but nerves got the best of her. She lost her balance and went tumbling down the slope.

“Ahhh—!”

Her scream echoed, but the girls just laughed and skied away without a care.

“She fell,” Axel answered flatly, not bothering with details.

Tarquin pressed, “Aren’t you going to check on her?”

“Not my responsibility,” Axel said coolly.

Tarquin hesitated, then said, “That guy seems really into Blossom. He’s been watching her all afternoon. Looks like a college kid—pretty handsome, too.”

“Not my business,” Axel snapped.

Tarquin sighed. “Hey, chasing after someone when you’ve blown your chance? That’s a rough road, trust me. Been there, done that.”

Axel’s jaw tightened. “I need to get to Mariana Land.”

The subject change caught Tarquin off guard. He straightened, suddenly serious. “Why?”

Axel’s voice was cold. “Zane’s in trouble. Some guy showed up as a reporter, asking about that hit on you.”

“We checked him out—the press credentials are real, but the guy isn’t. He’s not a reporter; he’s working for Wayborn’s crew.”