No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1795

Chapter 1795 Sure, Why Not

When Elisa blinked at Will, it was like a secret language between them.

She wasn't pissed at his prying, nor did she think he was prying.

That blink was a serendipitous reminder of their friendship and bond and hinting that she needed his help.

Elisa's business was Will's, and he ought to help her.

Will quickly got himself together and nodded.

"Since you're off to see your cousin, I won't keep you for dinner. But, Ms. Garner, we still need to discuss our

collaboration, so I'd appreciate it if you could stay. Unless, of course, you have other obligations to attend to?"

Before Linda could utter a word, Will preempted any potential outcomes.

The truth was Linda was more than happy to stick around.

Will's words echoed her own intentions precisely.

However, she pretended to be apprehensive and feigned coy, "Oh, no. I don't have any plans, but I feel a bit

embarrassed. I'm worried if I stayed back for dinner would cause any misunderstanding, and it wouldn't be good."

Will brushed off her concerns, "It's just a meal to discuss our collaboration, and there's no one else around. Why

would there be any misunderstanding?"

Despite Linda's hesitation to consent, she glanced at Will, then at Elisa.

When Elisa blinked at Will, it was like a secret language between them.

Eventually, Elisa chimed in and convinced her, "There's no one here from the Darcey family at the moment,

Melinda. Plus, if Will's mom happens to see you, she'll absolutely adore your charming demeanor. The project in the

western suburbs means so much to you. Stay, have a nice chat with Will, and let's make a big impression to solidify

our position, okay?"

With that, Elisa patted Linda's shoulder.

Elisa's words resonated with Linda, who put on a show of reservation. "Since you guys said so. Alright, then."

Noticing that Linda took the bait, Elisa waved at Will, "You two enjoy your conversation and meal. I'll head out first.

Give me a shout if you need anything."

Then, Elisa left.

Will had the servant prepare a lavish feast since Linda had decided to stay for dinner. They discussed their

collaboration over the meal, with Linda maintaining a hint of restraint.

However, while refilling Will's cup, Linda purposely spilled it all over him.

Water splattered onto Will, and Linda faked frantic and sorry, "Oh, no! I'm sorry, Mr. Darcey. It was an accident. I

was refilling your cup..."

"No worries, I'll go change my shirt first."

Will saw right through her façade and feigned innocence. He chose not to expose her but instead went along with

her charade.

Linda maintained her fake remorse, "Ah, clumsy me! I'm really sorry for the trouble, Mr. Darcey. How about this?

Let me make it up to you by buying you a new shirt?"

As sneaky and crafty as Linda may be, playing along with reciprocal acts of hospitality and exchanging meaningful

gifts proved to be powerful tools for accomplishing goals.

With a composed, resolute tone, Will smiled and declined, "Don't worry. Just wait here for a moment. I'll be back

soon."

Will wheeled himself away, leaving Linda in his room.

Seeing him leave, she swiftly caught up and offered her assistance, "Mr. Darcey, do you need my help? I can tell it's

not exactly easy for you to do that now. Let me help you upstairs?"

"Hmm... Sure, why not."

Linda anticipated a refusal from Will, but to her surprise, he agreed with a nod.

However, there was no time to dwell on it. Without hesitation, she grasped the handles and pushed Will upstairs.

Before long, Linda guided Will back to his bedroom. Thoughtfully, she asked again, "Mr. Darcey, which outfit would

you like to wear? Do you need help with it?"