Chapter 1138
Elysia grabbed her phone from the nightstand, intending to check the time, but the push notification on the screen instantly caught her attention.
She was wide awake in a heartbeat!
Tapping into Tarquin’s trending topic, she scrolled through the comments.
#Just saying, who wouldn’t fall for such a powerful and commanding man? Not just women, even a guy like me is totally smitten p>
#If I can’t be Mr. Bradford’s man in life, I’ll be his ghost in death! When I die, I’m gonna haunt him day and night p>
#While Emmett’s story showcased Ms. Thorne’s virtues, the feud over who gets the guy with her is absolutely unforgivable p>
Elysia skimmed a few comments, her mouth twitching at times, and at others, she shivered with disbelief.
The love for Tarquin was… indescribable!
After surfing the web for a while, laughing at some bizarre comments, and learning why Tarquin was trending again, her lips curled into a smile involuntarily, her face radiating happiness, her heart filled with warmth.
Glancing around the room, she spotted Tarquin on the balcony.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, tall and striking, his long legs particularly eye-catching.
His profile was stunning, as if he’d stepped right out of a comic book.
Wrapping herself in a robe, Elysia went out to him.
Tarquin, sensing her approach, turned and smiled upon seeing her, looking even more handsome.
“You’re up p>
“Yeah.” Elysia walked over and hugged him from behind. “Something on your mind p>
“No p>
“Liar p>
Elysia’s certainty made Tarquin turn around to face her, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.
“How can you be so sure I’m preoccupied p>
“You smell like smoke. You always smoke when you’re worried. I know you p>
Tarquin affectionately tousled her hair.
“Smarty-pants, I only had one, didn’t dare to smoke more. I’ll shower in a bit p>
He knew Elysia disliked the smell of smoke.
Elysia kept her arms around his waist, not letting go.
“I’m not upset about the smoking. I’m asking what’s bothering you p>
After Emmett’s incident, everything had settled down nicely; they should all be happy.
But Elysia could sense his melancholy.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I won’t press you. But I want you to be happy. You’re the heart of our family; if you’re not happy, none of us can be p>
Tarquin lifted her into his arms, hugging her, his chin resting on her head.
He did have something on his mind, about a mysterious figure.
“Elysia, if one day you found out someone close to you had deeply hurt you, what would you do p>
Elysia immediately became alert, looking up at him with wide eyes, asking,
“Who hurt you? How did they hurt you p>
Tarquin pulled her closer into his embrace, fibbing,
“It’s not me. I’m talking about a friend’s experience p>
Before Elysia could discern the truth in his words, Tarquin shifted the conversation.
“Let’s not talk about that. How long do you think before we can head back to Jindale City p>
Elysia countered, “Are you in a rush to get back p>
“Not particularly p>
Elysia knew there had to be something up in Jindale City.
Trying to ease her concerns, Tarquin added, “It’s just work stuff, nothing for you to worry about p>
Elysia sighed softly,
“If you’re in a hurry, we can go anytime. I’ll wait for Maria to get through the critical phase, then we’ll handle Claire’s funeral with Emmett and head back p>
“There’s no rush these next few days. We’ll go back together p>
“Are you sure that won’t interfere with your work p>
“It won’t p>
Tarquin held Elysia close, his brows furrowed.
Truth be told, he was torn. He wanted to rush back and expose the mysterious figure, yet he also wanted to escape.
He feared that confirming his suspicions back home would unleash a torrent of anger, frustration, and pain.