Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1631

“Dude, who made this video? Please, have mercy on Sky City! Our ‘official mascot snake’ is cringey enough as it is.”

“Man, Sky City is a disaster zone now! I’m begging you, please fund a remake.”

After the fans from Sky City had their cry, it was Texas’s turn.

“Bro, come rescue our ‘man-eating snake’!”

Then came the pleas from Chicago.

“You gotta help us first! Ours has been eating way too much deep-dish pizza. My heart is breaking.”

After them, the folks from Florida chimed in.

“Guys, I’m literally sobbing on the floor right now. Save us! Our mascot snake is too painful to watch.”

Some even came specifically to beg him to support a young actor named Dexter and clean up the entertainment industry.

It really proved the saying was true:

He might not be in showbiz, but his influence over it was absolutely unshakable.

Keaton Huber ignored all the comments. Sulking like a petulant child, he lay on the bed and glared at Winona Newsom.

Winona paid him no mind, not even sparing him a glance.

She was curled up on the sofa, munching on an apple while scrolling through the comments for a bit, before her thoughts turned to Beatrix Sutton.

At ten in the morning, Beatrix suddenly called Keaton.

Keaton quickly waved Winona over. “Winona, it’s Beatrix!”

Winona paused, quickly swallowed the apple in her mouth, and rushed to Keaton’s side.

“Put it on speaker.”

Keaton obeyed her, putting the call on speaker before answering. “Hello.”

Beatrix got straight to the point. “City Hall. Half an hour.”

Keaton and Winona: “?!”

Keaton frowned. “You’re back already?”

“...I’ve been in Jindale City the whole time. I’m on my way to City Hall now. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I’ll wait for you.”

Keaton was displeased. “Didn’t we agree to meet at the hospital?”

“Let’s just go straight to City Hall. We have to go there sooner or later anyway. We can go to the hospital after we get the marriage license.”

On the way to City Hall, Keaton suddenly remembered her black belt and asked, “Are you really a black belt in taekwondo?”

“Yeah. My dad was worried I’d get bullied when I grew up, so he had me start training early.”

Seeing his skeptical look, Winona asked, “You want to test me?”

Keaton quickly shook his head. In his current sickly state, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance against her.

He reminded her, “Don’t be impulsive when we see her. Beatrix is pregnant, she’s not like Shifra.”

Winona was annoyed. “What? You think I’m going to hit her?”

Keaton rolled his eyes. “I’m worried you’ll get in trouble because of her. I’m worried about *you*.”

“No matter what tricks Beatrix pulls, she’s still a pregnant woman. A celebrity physically assaulting a pregnant woman? That headline would get you crucified online in seconds.”

Winona felt a bit awkward but retorted stubbornly, “I’m not an idiot! I don’t need you to tell me that!”

Keaton mumbled, “Such an ungrateful brat, I was just…”

Winona shot him a glare. “Shut up! Not another word!”

Keaton pursed his lips, about to argue back, but after a few seconds of eye contact with Winona, his bravado withered under her steady gaze. He muttered to himself: *Fine, if you don't want me to talk, I won't. Big deal.*