No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1934

Chapter 1934 His Injuries

The next morning, when Elisa awoke, she found herself in her own bed at home, momentarily disoriented.

As her memory returned, she recalled that Gareth had brought her back the previous night.

Reflecting on the events of yesterday, Elisa rubbed her head, paused for a moment, and didn't rush to get up.

Instead, she chose to gaze out the window.

The sunlight streamed in, making her squint against its brightness.

It wasn't until she heard Gareth's voice from downstairs that she snapped back to reality.

“Are you awake? If you're up, come down for breakfast.”

Elisa nodded and, throwing off her blanket, slipped into her slippers before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she arrived downstairs, Gareth had already set the table with a feast of dishes, all of which she loved.

Seeing her descend, Gareth pulled out a chair for her.

“Have a seat.”

Elisa thanked him and took her place. She surveyed the array of delicious and fragrant dishes on the table, then

glanced at Gareth, her surprise evident. “Did you prepare all of these?”

Gareth offered a faint smile. “Who else could it be?”

Elisa was genuinely taken aback. She hadn't expected Gareth to be so versatile, seemingly capable of anything.

“Give them a try.” Gareth raised an eyebrow, encouraging Elisa to taste the food.

She licked her lips and scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal that he had prepared. Surprisingly, it tasted remarkably

good.

“How is it?” Gareth asked with anticipation, his eyes locked onto Elisa.

One might be surprised to know that even during high-stakes company negotiations, Gareth had never displayed

this level of nervousness.

Elisa seemed lost in thought for a moment, savoring the flavors.

Gareth's heart began to race.

Fortunately, she finally gave a thumbs up, and his eyes lit up with a smile.

“Your approval means more to me than any five-star chef's.” He proceeded to serve Elisa another bowl of oatmeal,

pushing it toward her.

Elisa smiled, savoring her meal in quiet contentment.

They both ate in silence, enveloped by a tranquil atmosphere. Neither felt the need to break the warm stillness with

words.

Suddenly...

Cough, cough, cough!

Gareth began to cough violently.

Concern etched across her face, Elisa set down her utensils and asked, “Are you okay?”

He shook his head, but the coughing persisted. He tried to say something to reassure Elisa, but the words refused

to come out.

Then, a realization dawned on her. Gareth was still nursing injuries from their recent ordeal.

From the time they were stranded on that small island to their return home, he hadn't shown any signs of

discomfort. However, this didn't mean his injuries had healed.

In fact, the whole ordeal likely exacerbated his wounds. He had endured it silently, never complaining.

Now it seemed he had reached his breaking point.

“Let me see your wounds.” Elisa was visibly anxious, but her worry didn't cloud her judgment. She remained clear-

headed and her movements were practiced and efficient.

“I'm fine.” Gareth managed a smile, though his face was pale.

However, she paid no heed to his protests, undoing his clothes to examine his injuries.

The wounds didn't seem to have worsened, but the internal injuries required proper care and rest.

Gareth, now half-undressed, lay back as if completely drained, while Elisa straddled him to inspect the wounds.

From an outsider's perspective, their positions seemed rather compromising, akin to a female bandit forcibly

robbing a frail scholar.

Nonetheless, Gareth made no attempt to resist.

Realizing the ambiguous nature of their positions, Elisa quickly disengaged and hopped down from him.

Gareth, with a triumphant smile that conveyed unspoken understanding, calmly adjusted his clothing.

Though no words were exchanged, it felt as though everything had been communicated.