Novel1Chapter 615 Tarquin fibbed, "She's just tuckered out. I was trying to help her sleep and missed your call." Elliot was puzzled, "You were helping my mom sleep?" "Yeah, she's been burning the candle at both ends at the hospital with Elijah. She's been all out of sorts today. Tried to nap but couldn't settle, so I helped her relax." Elysia was seething internally. Rascal! Liar! Who asked him for help?! She's not a toddler in need of bedtstories, is she? This jerk, can't he cup with a better excuse?! Elliot clearly wasn't buying it. His gaze shifted between Tarquin and the direction of the study where Elysia was, eventually deciding to check on her himself.
Elysia panicked and feigned sleep! Tarquin stood by the doorway, suggesting, "Let her catch sZ's, don't disturb her now." Elliot peered at Elysia, instantly seeing through the act. His mom was many things, but an Oscar-worthy actress she was not. Who sleeps with their eyelashes fluttering like that? But if mom was playing possum, there had to be a reason. He chose not to call her out, instead offering, "Mom, take it easy. I've sorted things out with Keith. Get srest." After ensuring his mom was left undisturbed, Elliot stepped out, closing the door gently behind him. Once outside, he confronted Tarquin, "What exactly did you do to my mom?" "She was all nerves when she dragged you into the study, and now she's pretending to sleep? What's up?" Tarquin's lips twitched, dodging, "Kid, grown-up stuff. Don't pry." He then realized Keith wasn't around, asking, "Where's Keith?" Elliot, letting go of his suspicions, replied, "He headed back to his place, just across the hall." Tarquin frowned. His previous mention of helping Elysia was meant for Keith's ears, hoping to flaunt a bit of affection. Seems his planned display of affection fell through.
Switching topics, he quizzed Elliot, "What did you two discuss?" "Private matters." Tarquin was left hanging just as Blossom, Evan, Emmett, and Elijah made their way in. Seizing the moment, Tarquin excused himself, "Don't bother Elysia, she needs rest. I'm stepping out for a smoke." After calming his nerves with a few cigarettes at the end of the corridor, his desire cooled off, he found himself at Keith's door, ringing the bell. He needed clarity on what was between Keith and Elysia! Keith answered almost immediately, clad in casual whites, not at all surprised to see Tarquin, as if he'd been expecting him. Squinting slightly, he invited, "Cin, let's chat."
Tarquin entered, noting the place's modern and simplistic makeover, a stark contrast to his last visit. The living room, devoid of the usual sofas and coffee table, featured a solid wood table, benches, an expansive bookshelf, and a cozy nook on the balcony with a lounge chair among lush plants. A fish tank added a touch of life to the space, hinting at Keith's caring nature. "Have a seat," Keith offered, brewing a cup of tea with a courteous nod.
Tarquin settled down, and before he could launch into questions, Keith preempted, "I just found out you were the other interested buyer for this place. Sorry if I seemed standoffish before." Tarquin's brows knitted together as he asked, "How did you know it was me?"
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