Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1715

Evan stealthily returned to his residence. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Tarquin.

Tarquin was sitting on the living room sofa, looking at his phone. Sensing movement, he looked up toward the door…

A small, soot-stained figure shuffled into the room, looking more like a homeless urchin than a billionaire's son.

The little guy looked as if he had just wandered back from a slum, or like a kid who'd been playing in a mud puddle…

His face was dirty, his body was dirty, his hair was dirty, and his shoes were dirty.

His handsome little face was completely obscured by grime, showing no trace of its original appearance.

His clean and fluffy medium-length hair now looked no different from a bird's nest.

The white sneakers he wore when he left yesterday had turned a dirt-gray color, accented with splashes of red, yellow, blue, green, and black.

His designer tracksuit was a tattered mess, riddled with countless rips and tears.

From head to toe, he looked nothing like the young master of a wealthy family.

He looked more like a little wanderer from a gang of street urchins.

Even if Elysia Thorne were here right now, she probably wouldn't recognize him as her son.

The difference was like night and day.

Tarquin studied his precious son, sighed softly to himself, and beckoned him over.

"Come here."

Evan scratched his head and shuffled over, greeting him in a small, sheepish voice. "Hey, Dad."

Tarquin first carefully checked his body to make sure he wasn't injured, then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Evan nodded quickly. "Hungry!"

Tarquin said, "There's food for you in the kitchen. Go take a shower and change into clean clothes first, then come down to eat."

Evan, with his big, bright eyes, looked at Tarquin suspiciously.

"Dad, are you... are you mad?" Evan asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Tarquin narrowed his eyes. "Why would I be mad at you?"

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