Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1774

Winona gasped, whipping around in shock.

Keaton was standing right there, looking effortlessly sharp in a dark tailored suit and a sleek pair of sunglasses.

"What are you doing here?!" she blurted out, absolutely stunned.

He slid his sunglasses off, revealing that undeniably handsome face. Flashing a brilliant smile, he held up a high-end thermal food carrier.

"I brought you breakfast. I specifically picked it up in Jindale City. It's all your favorites, and still piping hot."

Winona stared at him, entirely lost for words.

"...You drove hundreds of miles just to bring me breakfast?"

Keaton chuckled softly.

"Of course not. I was worried you wouldn't be used to the local food out here, so I brought the executive chef from Jinpeach Restaurant, along with all the ingredients for the dishes you love."

Winona was speechless. Looking up at his striking features, she felt an undeniable pull, her defenses crumbling just a fraction.

She was genuinely touched by the gesture.

Suddenly, Keaton handed her a plush, pristine white hand warmer.

"Here, keep your hands warm. I made sure to get a white one, so it's appropriate for visiting a cemetery."

It was the dead of winter, and Haverbrook City had recently been hit by a severe cold front. The rivers were frozen solid, and every breath materialized as a white plume in the freezing air.

It was brutally cold.

Winona had checked the weather before leaving Jindale City and deliberately worn a heavy coat, but her hands were still practically numb.

Keaton gently took her freezing hands and tucked them inside the plush warmer. A wave of comforting heat instantly washed over her skin.

He looked at her with a smug, playful expression.

"Toasty, right? I've been keeping it warm for you the whole drive. This thing works miracles."

Winona remained silent. The heat traveled from her fingertips, spreading through her entire body until it seemed to settle right in her chest.

The gesture felt incredibly sweet, melting away the icy stress that had been gripping her heart.

Before she could even say thank you, Keaton turned away to greet Caroline, Shane, and Linda.

They were all completely stunned to see him there.

Caroline wiped her tears, her voice raspy.

Penny and her mob had already spotted the imposing backup, and their arrogant bravado had noticeably deflated.

Still, knowing the police were standing nearby, she swallowed her fear and stubbornly barked back.

"I don't care who you are, we aren't scared of you!"

"I'm warning you, the government is cracking down on organized crime! One wrong move and the cops will throw all of you in a cell to rot!"

Keaton didn't even acknowledge the woman's existence. He kept his eyes on Winona and explained casually.

"Moving a grave requires a lot of manpower. They're just here to help with the heavy lifting. Besides, if I wanted to resort to violence with these people, I wouldn't need an army. You don't use a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

Winona frowned, clearly confused. "Then what are you planning? They are completely unhinged!"

Penny began to shriek again. "You're the unhinged one—"

Keaton simply shot the woman a single, predatory glare, and she snapped her mouth shut in sheer terror.

A second later, she resorted to her default tactic, throwing herself back onto the ground and throwing a massive tantrum.

"Oh, Lord! Look at this injustice! These rich elites are using their money and power to bully us working folks! Oh, God, help us!"