Chapter 624
Tarquin’s brow twitched slightly; indeed, that might just work!
Keith was stubbornly refusing to sell his house? Fine, let’s have Elysia move out then!
Keith’s role as a teacher to Elliot, Evan, and Emmett was a complicated issue? Easy fix: switch the kids’ schools, so Keith would no longer be their teacher!
Without any reason to see Elysia, how could he possibly pursue her?
Mulling over his plan, Tarquin suddenly lashed out and kicked Keaton hard.
Keaton, caught off guard, exclaimed, “What the heck, man p>
Tarquin sneered at him, “You’re slightly better company than a stray dog. I’m outta here p>
He snubbed out his cigarette and left, leaving Keaton in disbelief.
Keaton muttered under his breath, “Jerk p>
When Tarquin returned to the Future Community, he found Elysia cleaning up at Keith’s place.
The sight soured his mood further, but this time, he managed to keep his cool, albeit barely. Standing at the doorway, he frowned deeply and said to Elysia, “Come outside p>
Elysia glanced at him, a mix of confusion and irritation in her expression. “Give me a minute p>
Tarquin’s lips pressed into a thin line, fighting the urge to lash out again.
He watched her for a few seconds, bitterness evident in his tone. “I’ll wait in the hallway p>
“Okay p>
Tarquin turned and left, his mood darkening by the second. Elysia continued her chores, feeling guilty for the chaos that had unfolded because of her, turning a once peaceful home into a disaster zone. Moreover, she was doing it for Blossom, who had a faint heart for blood.
Blossom had called earlier, saying she’d be back with Keith soon. Keith, stubborn as always, refused to stay in the hospital and wanted to recuperate at home.
Elysia hurried to clean up the most conspicuous blood stains, planning to deal with the rest later, mindful of Tarquin waiting outside.
Upon stepping out, she saw him at the end of the hallway, smoking, a clear sign of his bad mood.
She sighed inwardly, approaching him. Tarquin immediately put out his cigarette; he knew she hated the smell.
“Shall we take a walk downstairs?” Elysia offered, her voice calm and gentle, surprising Tarquin given their recent fallout.
He eyed her warily, “You’re not mad anymore p>
“I’m over it. But violence is never the answer. It sets a bad example for the kids,” Elysia replied, her tone firm yet fair.
Tarquin felt a twinge of defiance but managed to keep a conciliatory face. “I’ll be more mindful, at least not in front of the kids p>
To himself, he thought, if it comes to it, I’d still take a stand, kids or no kids around.
Elysia rolled her eyes, “You should avoid fighting altogether. We’re adults, not schoolkids. Talk things out instead of throwing punches.” Tarquin mumbled, “You hit me all the time, too p>
“I… do I?!” Elysia was taken aback, then caught his teasing gaze.
She couldn’t help but smile, albeit briefly, at his playful accusation.
“Fine, but I don’t make a habit of it. And it’s hardly the same as you fighting Keith. You were out for blood p>
Recalling the intensity of their altercation made her shudder. If the kids hadn’t intervened, Keith could have been seriously hurt.
Seeing her flustered made Tarquin’s mood lift. His earlier gloom vanished as he flashed a charming smile, his tone affectionate, “I don’t mind you hitting me, just keep it private. A man’s got his pride p>
Elysia paused, sensing something off in his words but was interrupted before she could ponder further.
“Let’s go,” Tarquin suggested eagerly.
“Where to p>
“On a date p>
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her eyes wide in surprise.
“A date p>