Chapter 257
She slipped from under the covers and tiptoed out of the study, making her way to Tarquin’s bedroom door.
Elysia was never the brightest bulb in the box, not given to overthinking. Her approach was straightforward and blunt.
To prove if he was the wild man from years ago? Easy!
Just sneak a peek at his shoulder.
Back when he had bullied her, she had bitten his shoulder fiercely. If he was indeed that wild man, there would be a significant bite mark!
Luckily, Tarquin hadn’t locked his door.
Elysia sneaked into the room, crouching and tiptoeing to the bed.
Tarquin was lying on his back, hands crossed over his chest, in a neat sleeping position. His eyes were tightly closed, breathing even, deep in sleep.
Seeing his face, Elysia paused… He was incredibly handsome in his sleep!
It wasn’t an exaggeration; he was the most handsome man she had ever seen!
Cool and detached when awake, strikingly handsome in sleep.
Phrases like ‘broad-shouldered and bright-eyed’ or ‘chiseled features’ didn’t do him justice.
He was like a favored creation, not shaped by hand but meticulously painted by some divine artist.
Elliot, Evan, and Elijah, although resembling him, were just toddlers over five, still cherubic.
None had his masculinity or his rugged charm!
With his looks, he could have blown up the acting scene!
Too bad his personality was… less than pleasant. A terrible temper paired with a venomous tongue!
Such a waste!
Elysia bit her lip in regret over his wasted good looks while waving her hand in front of his face to see if he was truly asleep. Confirming he was, she tried to check for the bite mark on his shoulder, but he was wearing a shirt, a crew-neck pajama top. No choice, she reached out to tug at his neckline, trying to pull the shirt down to reveal his shoulder.
But before she could see the bite mark, her wrist was caught in a tight grip!
Startled, she lost her balance, tumbling right into his shoulder!
“Oof—” Her forehead hit his collarbone, a sharp pain shooting through her.
Just as Elysia tried to get up, Tarquin pulled her onto the bed, quickly flipping her beneath him.
Without giving her a chance to resist, he swiftly captured her hands above her head and pinned her legs, trapping her beneath him.
“Click “
He turned on the bedside lamp.
The light flooded the room, blinding Elysia for a moment.
As her eyes snapped open, meeting Tarquin’s gaze, her heart began to race.
Tarquin was glaring down at her, his expression dark and grim. His grip was strong, devoid of any tenderness, as if he was dealing with an adversary. His tone was chillingly cold,
“What are you trying to do p>
Elysia, intimidated by his menacing look, feared for her life.
“I… I… I can explain p>
Tarquin stared down at her, waiting for an explanation.
But Elysia was at a loss for words. How could she explain this?
Telling the truth was out of the question.
He hadn’t even noticed Elliot and Evan yet. Confessing now would be foolish, wouldn’t it?
What should she say?
Losing patience, Tarquin demanded, “Trying to seduce me p>
“Huh?” Elysia quickly shook her head, “No, not at all p>
“Trying to kill me p>
Elysia’s eyes widened in shock!
Such a grave accusation could scare her to death!
“Don’t be ridiculous, I can’t even kill a chicken, let alone you. I didn’t want to kill you p>
“Then why sneak into my room in the dead of night, staring at me for ages and tugging at my shirt p>