Chapter 69


    He stared at Elysia for a few seconds, then twisted his head to look at Tarquin with an enigmatic


    expression.


    That unique scent, it was the same aroma that lingered on Tarquinst time.


    This woman… she was the one tangled up with Tarquin.


    Interesting…


    There’s an unwritten rule about not coveting a buddy’s girl, and even though Keaton was a notorious


    yboy, he had his principles. When he looked back at Elysia, his gaze


    immediately softened, bing much more serious.


    “Don’t worry, Tarquin’s right here. He’ll definitely keep you safe.”


    With those words, Keaton returned to his seat, sidled up to Tarquin, and nudged him teasingly.


    “Come on, your food’s here.”


    Tarquin frowned and shot him a fierce re.


    Keaton leaned back in his chair with a sly smile, clearly enjoying themotion.


    The others had confused looks on their faces.


    It was only then that Elysia noticed Tarquin.


    Seeing him, she was surprised, too. She really hadn’t expected Tarquin to be in this private dining


    room.


    This damned twist of fate was just too absurd. She had just told him that afternoon that if she ever


    showed up in front of him again, she’d eat her hat, and yet here she was in the


    evening….


    Talk about awkwardness. It was like trying to dance gracefully after stepping on a rake!


    Elysia’s cheeks flushed a deep red.


    Her fairplexion, now tinged with pink, made her look as if blossoms were unfolding on her face.


    To the onlookers, she was a sight to behold.


    Keaton couldn’t resist prodding Tarquin again, “What’s with you, man? Go on, pay her some attention.


    Look, she’s blushing.”


    One said, “Tarquin, aren’t you going to introduce her?”


    Another added, “She’s gorgeous. Is she yourdy?”


    One even stood up to offer his seat beckoning Elysia, “Come on, take a seat, ma’am.”


    Esa et bon flustered and embarrassed, not knowing how to react. Herrge eyes Buttered, her


    breathing uneven, and she looked utterly dazed and adorable.


    Sweet and charming everyone was just about to envy Tarquin fornding such a beauty when he


    seny let out a coldugh, “Not leaving, then?”


    Eysia wished the ground would swallow her up. Her face still red, she stammered, “ns changed.”


    Eysia other ip in frustration. What was that heh for? She was telling the truth!


    If Tarquin didn’t follow through with the divorce, how could she possibly leave?


    Annovec, she retorted, “Jindale City isn’t your property. I cane and go as I please; it’s


    none of your business”


    Her expression, tone, and words. To the onlookers, it was like she was yfully pouting. She seemed


    to be the ssic case of spoiled and proud.


    The group erupted intoughter. ‘Oh boy, Tarquin, can you handle it? Whipped much?”


    Keaton stirred the pot further. “Why are you asking Tarquin? You should be asking the little leck here.”


    Bysia was twenty–six but looked much younger, like an early–twenties college student, clearly younger


    than the rest


    One of them turned to Elysia and asked. ‘Tell us the truth, how does our Tarquin measure


    up?


    Another interjected, “Are you crazy? You actually asked her?”


    “Look, you’ve made her ufortable.”


    “Don’t mind him, ma’am. The guy’s not right in the head.”


    The term ‘ma’am‘ nearly made Elysia choke. Their teasing was also getting on her nerves.


    “Stop talking nonsense; I hardly know the guy!”


    Keaton smirked at Tarquin. “Hear that, Tarquin? She doesn’t want to take responsibility for you. Could it


    be that you didn’t take good care of her? That sounded like dissatisfaction


    to me.”


    Elysia pursed her lips and red at Keaton, speechless.