Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1852

"He really is the most important person to me. No one else even comes close!"

"But in his heart..."

"I can't compare to his parents, to his wife and kids, or even to the two pieces of trash he picked off the streets!"

"I gave him my unwavering loyalty. Why couldn't he do the same for me?"

Elysia frowned slightly. After finishing a basic bandaging of his wound, she looked up at the man.

He was quite handsome, and aside from the abdominal injury, he looked physically very healthy.

But mentally, there was clearly something wrong with him. He was unstable.

"I suggest you go see a therapist."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Are you calling me crazy?"

Elysia replied with complete seriousness,

"That's not what I mean. But your current state of mind is problematic. If this continues long-term, it's going to severely affect your health."

"In the early stages, mental health issues aren't as obvious as physical illnesses. But when they get severe, they can be fatal."

Curious, the man asked, "If it's not obvious, how did you figure it out?"

Elysia didn't bother explaining. Seeing the hospital doctors and nurses rushing over, she stood up to leave.

"Miss, how about giving me your number?" the man called out. "Thanks for saving me."

"There's no need," Elysia said. She turned and walked away, not paying him any more mind.

The man narrowed his eyes, watching her retreating figure with deep interest.

...

That night, right after stepping out of Axel's hospital room, Elysia saw Tarquin walking toward her!

He was dressed in a pristine dark suit, his tall, athletic frame looking incredibly handsome and rugged.

His hair was perfectly styled, and there wasn't a speck of dirt or blood on his face. He had clearly showered and changed into fresh clothes before coming to the hospital.

All to make sure Elysia wouldn't be frightened by the sight of blood on him!

Seeing her, Tarquin's lips curved into a devastatingly handsome smile, and he opened his arms to her...

Elysia wasn't reassured. "Let me see right now!"

Left with no choice, Tarquin lifted the edge of his shirt to show her.

"I'm not lying to you. Look, it's just a scratch."

There was a long cut across his defined abs. While it was long, it wasn't deep—it looked like a scrape from a tree branch, and it had already scabbed over.

Elysia still ached for him. "Are there any others?"

Tarquin replied gently,

"That's the worst of it. The rest have probably already healed. I was so afraid of making you worry that I was incredibly careful not to get hurt."

"But the jungle vegetation is dense, so scrapes are inevitable. These little cuts are all just from branches."

The operation to catch Warrick had actually gone incredibly smoothly.

With the military and police drawing the bulk of the crossfire, all he had to do was focus on capturing Warrick.

Plus, having Rizzo as an inside informant made catching the guy a breeze!