No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) -
Chapter 2038
Chapter 2038 Drowning
After all, Mike wasn't present at breakfast, so Elisa assumed he had left early.
It was only then that she realized he had n't left and was even standing behind Bella, her gaze on the woman far
from platonic.
Perhaps due to the intense gazes of Elisa and Rachel, Mike gave them a faint smile and nodded as a greeting.
Elisa also politely nodded at him in acknowledgment.
Soon after, his gaze upon him, once again, fixed on Bella, and the duo occasionally whispered to each other as if
not one else was around, making them resemble a young couple in love.
Seeing Elisa's gaze fixed on others, Gareth cleared his throat twice, likely feeling displeased.
She
gave him a puzzled glance, to which he calmly explained, “Sorry, I think I might have caught a cold.”
At this moment, Rachel couldn't help but start a conversation with Elisa.
“In my opinion, this Mike fella seems to be interested in Bella.”
Elisa remained silent, but a smile tugged at her lips.
Evidently, she thought the same way.
The reason why she and Rachel became friends was closely related to their similar views on people and things.
Regardless, now was not the time to talk about this matter.
Bella was not that young, to begin with. If it hadn't been for Elisa's interruption the other time, Bella probably
would've been married off long ago and she might even have kids who could walk by now.
Therefore, it wouldn't be a bad thing if Bella could get together with someone she liked and was compatible with,
and the other party also treated her well and was competent.
Right now, this wasn't the most important thing, though. The most crucial matter was to inform Bella about Julia.
When Elisa originally discussed this matter with Rachel, she didn't believe in all that nonsense about the
supernatural either.
Now, however, disbelief was no longer an option.
After briefly greeting each other, the group went to separate changing rooms to change their clothes.
Elisa was the first one to come out.
This private hot spring could only be accessed by VIPs and was not just a place that one with money could enter. As
such, its layout was quite impressive.
It was comparable to the public one they had soaked in before, even superior in terms of standards.
Previously, they had soaked in water heated by the hotel, but the private hot spring used water that
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naturally flowed through an extinct volcano.
Generally, people didn't wear swimsuits when soaking in a private bath, but everyone unanimously chose to wear
them this time.
Despite this, men and women still soaked separately.
Elisa came out and scanned around but didn't replace anyone, so she went into the women's hot spring by
she herself.
Unsure if it were just in her head, she thought that soaking here indeed felt more comfortable.
That kind of comfort came from within and radiated outward, making all feelings of fatigue disappear in a
trice.
This was a hot spring filled with all sorts of flower petals and even some precious spices mixed in.
To be honest, Elisa felt a bit like a vegetable being cooked in a humongous pot.
As she swam, she found herself near the artificial hill, which was also the deep-water area.
The depth here was only about one point eight meters, and Elisa was quite a good swimmer, so she didn't bring a
swimming ring.
The private hot spring was located on the top floor, ensuring an excellent level of privacy.
At the edge, one could overlook the scenery from a high vantage point.
Little did Elisa know, as she was admiring the scenery, a pair of eyes was intently fixed on her.
Elisa had been lingering near the edge for a while. Right as she was ready to leave, she abruptly felt a tugging
sensation under her feet.
At first, she thought it was merely her imagination, but gradually, this feeling became more and more.
intense.
Before she had a chance to react, she was suddenly pulled into the w
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