No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1875

Chapter 1875 Subconscious Protection

Despite her disdain for Anna, there was no denying that Elisa exuded an undeniable beauty and an air of grace. Her

allure differed from the locals', an unmatched rarity, the kind you'd encounter once in a lifetime.

Elisa casually intertwined her fingers with Gareth's, a smile curving his lips.

He reciprocated the gesture, their connection evident. Addressing Anna, Elisa remarked, "As you can see, this is

where we stand."

Anna's anger flared, her whip cracking through the air, a sharp sound accompanying its motion.

Undaunted, Elisa faced her with unwavering resolve while Gareth stood resolute. Their postures radiated unison

and confidence.

With her whip raised, Anna aimed at Elisa. The onlookers averted their eyes, unable to witness the potential harm

to such a beautiful woman. No one wanted to see her beauty marred.

In the pivotal moment, Gareth intervened, intercepting the strike.

A fresh wound marked his hand, blood trickling down in thin lines. Despite Anna's effort to retrieve her whip, Gareth

gripped it firmly, determined to shield Elisa from Anna's aggression.

Anna shot him an annoyed look, suggesting Gareth was some kind of letdown that had deserted her.

Elisa furrowed her brow and moved closer, reaching out to take the whip from Gareth's hand. Her eyes reflected an

unexpected mix of concern and compassion.

She asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Touched by her consideration, Gareth felt his injuries were justified. He shook his head, signaling that he was fine.

Elisa exasperatedly scolded him, "Why did you block it for me? You knew I'd dodge, didn't you? You knew the whip

wouldn't hurt me!"

She held onto Gareth's hand, the one he was trying to pull away, and carefully pried open his clenched fingers,

revealing the cut in his palm. It looked gory; it must have hurt a great deal.

"It was a reflex,"

Gareth remarked. He knew there was a high chance of Elisa dodging the whip, but he couldn't bear any risk of her

getting hurt.

Moreover, his purpose of making Elisa concerned for him had been achieved.

Elisa pursed her lips and didn't say anything. Gareth understood that she was angry.

Before he could say anything, Elisa picked up the whip and faced the astonished Anna. Before Anna could react,

Elisa fiercely lashed out.

Anna closed her eyes, anticipating the pain that never came.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her beloved whip split into two pieces by Elisa's action. She was taken aback, a

mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and rage clouding her expression.

"Who do you think you are?!"

With confidence, Elisa retorted, "Someone who's fearless."

Anna tried to respond but faltered before she could utter her retort.

Elisa stood her ground, stating firmly, "I couldn't care less about your identity or how highly you regard yourself.

We're governed by laws and regulations, and I'm sure your village has its own customs and rules. Garry and I ended

up here due to unavoidable circumstances. We apologize if we unknowingly went against your local norms and are

prepared to face any consequences."

"But what bothers me is your misuse of power to fulfill your desires. You can't intimidate or attempt to pull us apart!

It's rather astonishing that the chief's daughter behaves so ruthlessly, wielding her whip to suppress those who are

vulnerable and innocent!"

Nobody had ever confronted Anna like this, especially not with such a stern scolding. Elisa was the first!

Throughout her life, Anna had been showered with praise and allowances by her parents and the villagers, fostering

the belief that she was a privileged woman who could throw tantrums without consequences.

The villagers held a mixture of respect and fear toward her. While she found this dynamic a bit peculiar—she never

had friends—Anna had grown accustomed to it.

And now, someone boldly asserted that her behavior was wrong. Anna's heart swelled with a tumult of emotions.