No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1856

Chapter 1856 Celebration

It was from Gareth.

'How long will the celebration banquet be? And don't forget to invite the benefactor.'

Elisa looked at her phone and chuckled softly.

The esteemed Mr. Wickham, making such a fuss over a spot on a luxury cruise, would be ridiculed if this leaked.

A mischievous idea crossed her mind.

'Sorry, all spots are filled.'

After a brief silence, when Elisa thought there might be no response, Gareth messaged her.

'Oh, really? That's too bad. Well, it seems like Ms. Benett will have to make it up to me personally.'

Her stomach dropped, and an icy current went down her spine as the memory of the kiss with Gareth flashed

vividly.

Elisa shook her head to dispel those unrealistic thoughts.

Finally, she mustered the courage and pressed the send button.

'Saturday at four in the afternoon, Canarby Wharf, Princess Cruise.'

She set her phone aside.

Time flew swiftly, and before she knew it, Saturday had arrived.

On this special day, Elisa embraced the rare pleasure of staying home, away from the hustle and bustle of the

office.

As such, Gareth wouldn't miss this perfect chance to bond and stay home with Elisa.

Unfortunately, the two didn't engage much. Elisa spent the whole morning in her room, busy with her tasks.

Elisa would only emerge from her seclusion during mealtime and retreat to her room immediately after eating.

His heart couldn't help but sink a little, feeling disappointed.

Nevertheless, there was a silver lining as they soon embarked on their journey to Canarby Wharf together.

At around one in the afternoon, Gareth and Elisa left for the Canarby Wharf in Gareth's newly purchased McLaren.

Throughout the drive, an air of awkwardness lingered. Elisa and Gareth exchanged glances, unsure of how to break

the silence.

Gareth noticed that Elisa's face had turned slightly pale and looked unwell.

He quickly opened the convertible's roof, welcoming the gentle caress of the breeze that embraced them both.

As the wind played with her hair and the sunlight kissed her skin, the paleness in her face faded, and she started to

look a bit better.

Elisa was grateful for Gareth's gesture and softly murmured, "Thank you."

The car continued to move steadily; Gareth knew Elisa would be the focal point of the celebration banquet. Thus, he

decided to strike up a conversation with her.

"I heard Paul is coming."

Elisa stared at him blankly.

"Says who?"

Gareth chuckled and clarified, "Don't get it wrong; it definitely wasn't Bella. She's become tight-lipped now; hard to

get anything out of her. I'm just relaying what I've heard from rumors."

He knew it irked Elisa.

If Thomas had been spreading this everywhere, he would have been fired.

No one except for Elisa knew about this.

Elisa's shoulder finally relaxed as she nodded.

Gareth sneered, "Why would this old timer crash a party for the youngsters?"

Elisa's face hardened as she replied, "He has a young fling."

Gareth smirked, "Fooling around so much, isn't he afraid his wife will replace out?"

Elisa pondered momentarily before replying, "Paul's wife seems devoted to him. She used to work in a state-owned

enterprise but left her job to become a stay-at-home wife for him. She's probably heard some gossip. I haven't met

her yet, so I can't say for sure about her stance. But who knows?"

Elisa's words trailed off.

Gareth caught her drift.

In any case, she wasn't someone to mess with.

No wonder Rochelle was arrogant and aggressive.

The two fell silent again.

As they approached their destination, Elisa asked him to drop her off on the roadside and walked the rest.