Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Elysia was on edge, worried that Elijah's temper might flare up and he'd lose control. Quickly, she crouched down, placing her hands on his shoulders to calm him.

"Elijah, don't bother with him. Not everyone has manners. Getting mad at someone like that is just making things hard on yourself. It's not worth it." Elijah didn't say a word but started walking towards their apartment building. Elysia hurried after him.

They had barely reached the entrance when that boy suddenly appeared again, zooming towards them on his skateboard with a deliberate look of mischief!NôvelDrama.Org content.

By the time Elysia snapped back to reality, the boy was already too close to avoid.

Just as the collision seemed inevitable, Elijah ran over and knocked the boy down, tumbling to the ground himself in the process.

"Elijah!" Elysia was horrified, rushing over to help him up.

Tarquin and Lowell were also taken aback, rushing over quickly.

"Did you get hurt anywhere?" Tarquin asked, full of concern.

Ignoring them, Elijah stood up and glared coldly at the boy still lying on the ground.

The boy, either from pain or fear, started crying loudly. His cries attracted an elderly lady in her sixties, who began shouting from a distance, "Oh dear, what's happened? Has someone been bullying you? What did you do to my grandson? If you've hurt him, I'll have your heads..."

Elysia frowned. No wonder the kid was such a brat; he had this kind of grandmother.

A rotten apple doesn't fall far from the tree!

"Lowell, handle this!" Tarquin clearly didn't want to argue with these people and carried Elijah upstairs.

"Ms. Thorne, you go with Elijah. I'll handle this," Lowell told Elysia.

"This isn't Elijah's fault. It was him..."

"I know, we saw everything. You go upstairs."

Elysia paused for a moment before turning to go upstairs.

Tarquin had already removed Elijah's jacket and shoes, checking him for injuries.

Elijah had taken a fall trying to protect Elysia, resulting in scrapes on his legs and arms.

Seeing the scrapes, Tarquin's expression darkened with concern. "I'm going to clean these with alcohol. It'll hurt, but try to bear with it."

Elijah remained silent as Tarquin went to fetch the first-aid kit.

Elysia rushed back into the room, her heart aching for Elijah, blaming herself, "I'm so sorry, Elijah. This is all my fault."

Elijah ignored her, but turned to Tarquin and said, "I did it willingly."

Tarquin looked at him surprised, saying nothing. He was taken aback that Elijah would stand up for Elysia. When he said he did it 'willingly,' it meant he didn't want Elysia to be blamed. He was protecting her, even though she had only been with him for a few days.

Tarquin silently handed Elysia the first-aid kit without a word.

Elysia's focus was entirely on Elijah as she opened the kit and quickly grabbed some cotton swabs and alcohol.

"Elijah, this might sting a bit. If it hurts, just let it out, okay? Don't hold it in."

Elijah gave Elysia another look. His dad had always told him to bear the pain. But Elysia said to let it out if it hurts, not to keep it inside.

Elysia, moved, tended to his wounds with tears welling up in her eyes. "Does anything else hurt?"

Elijah gave her a look as if she were a 'sobbing little girl.'

"No more." He said coldly, then got up, took White back to his room, and locked the door behind him.

It was a clear sign he wanted to be left alone.

Elysia sniffled, tidying up the first-aid kit.

Tarquin was sitting on the living room sofa, frowning at her.