No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 692

Carle was in a stupor.

Sheena lifted her lips into a bitter smile. “I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll leave now.” She said and left.

“Sheen.” There was a slight change of emotions on Carle’s face.

Sheena stopped in her steps but did not turn back.

“I’m sorry,” Carle said quietly as he stared at her frail figure. He had been entirely in the dark all these years and

had unconsciously hurt her. He never imagined that their childhood friendship would turn out this way.

Out of the four of them, Rachel was probably the only one without all these complications. Carle closed his eyes. He

was envious of how carefree her life must be.

Sheena smiled sadly and said sharply, “If it wasn’t for what happened, I wouldn’t have said all these. You don’t have

to feel sorry for me, Carle. I’m fine. However, you should think about your relationship with Liz. Don’t make it hard

for her and yourself.”

This time, she did not hesitate. She left as soon as she finished talking under Carle’s watchful gaze.

The moment the door closed, Carle’s eyes shifted. He seemed to regain his senses. Sheena’s words clouded his

mind.

What do I do? Must I give up on Liz? But I don’t want to. Not at all. But… From what Sheen said, Liz only agreed to

be my girlfriend because she was scared I wouldn’t wake up from my coma. And now, she probably isn’t saying

anything to me because she doesn’t want to date me. Or maybe because she didn’t want to cause him to relapse.

Carle had given it much thought during these few days. But, whenever he thought about it, he would deny it

vehemently and banish those thoughts.

Carle leaned against the chair and shut his eyes. He inhaled deeply.

…

The sky grew dark. Elisa returned home but left again shortly after to go meet someone. She arrived at a bar,

unperturbed. She had called Brandon but couldn’t get ahold of him. So, she had no choice but to come to visit him.

She walked in to replace him seated in the same chair as last time.

He sat casually, with one leg crossed over the other. He was holding a cigarette in his right hand, and when he

dipped his fingers slightly, ashes would fall into the ashtray beneath. Brandon was a very good-looking man,

especially with those mesmerizing onyx eyes. It attracted a lot of people. This bar was full of regulars, and the

women that frequented this place knew he wasn’t easy to seduce.

Elisa walked over slowly and under the gaze of everyone around. She calmly sat opposite him.

Brandon lifted his eyes to look at her. He took a drag of his cigarette and said, “What are you here for?”

The ashes of his cigarette fell into the ashtray.

“I can’t tell you out here. How about we go in?” Elisa sized him up.

Brandon swept her an indifferent glance, stood up, and walked in. Elisa quickly followed.

The people around them were all perplexed.

“Wasn’t she the woman from before?!” A red-headed woman exclaimed.