Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1445

An hour later, in a private room at an exclusive club.

Beatrix followed the waiter in, calm and composed.

When she saw Keaton, there was no anxiety, no nervousness—almost as if she were meeting a colleague in a library. She wore her usual glasses, her look crisp and understated, like a rare snow lily blooming on a mountaintop.

She set her handbag down and quietly took the seat opposite Keaton.

Keaton didn’t get angry right away. He just narrowed his eyes at her, his expression icy.

The waiter brought over a pot of coffee, poured them each a cup, and left. Only then did Keaton speak:

“Really trying to get yourself killed, huh?”

Beatrix knew he’d figured it out. She owned up to it, cool as ever.

“Alicia? I arranged for her to be there.”

Keaton frowned. “Why? What’s your angle?”

Beatrix picked up her coffee, took a slow sip.

“I don’t like how she’s always glued to you. Plus, Janelle and Mr. Huber adore her—she’s a threat to me.”

Keaton raised an eyebrow. “So tell me, how do you think I feel about you always watching my every move?”

Beatrix adjusted her glasses and looked him straight in the eye.

“You could kill me, if you want.”

Keaton: “...”

Beatrix continued, “I’m not after your heart, Keaton. But I need the status of being Mrs. Huber. If you give me that, you’re free to do whatever you want. I won’t interfere.”

“If you want me to stop watching you, there are only two ways: marry me… or kill me.”

Keaton stared at her, silent for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, he let out a cold, short laugh.

“No wonder you’re so fearless. You know damn well I’m not going to kill you. You’re right—I won’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m completely powerless.”

He pulled out his phone and, making sure she could see, dialed a number.

“Pull the funding. Not another cent goes into the project. Tell Professor Watson and the rest of the team exactly why: this was Beatrix’s doing.”

As soon as he hung up, Beatrix shot up out of her chair. “Keaton!”

He calmly sipped his coffee. Within seconds, Beatrix’s phone buzzed. She checked the screen, frowned, and answered.

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