No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)

Rachel would usually follow Elisa's lead, but not the other way around.

Vincent was delighted to see Gareth becsilent upon hearing that.

"So, are you going?" Gareth's face darkened as he called Elisa's phone number.

It was still off.

He looked grim, but he didn't make a move.

Vincent crossed his leg nonchalantly. "See? You have to go to her personally.” Gareth looked at him coldly. "I can make Rachel cdown, and Elisa will follow her." "I don't believe you!" "Wanna bet?" "Sure, let's do that! What do you want to bet on?" Vincent looked at Gareth vindictively as though the latter was bound to lose.

"If you lose, bring Rachel away today. If you can't do that, just do what we usually do when we lose a bet." "The f*ck? You're pulling all the big guns out, eh? What if you lose?" Vincent's face darkened.

If they lose a bet, they had to post on Twitter saying, ‘I'm so dry for three days. | need women." It was Vincent's idea, but he was often the loser.

Jeremy tried to advise him not to push it, but Vincent didn't believe he would always be the loser. He angrily thought there would be a the would win, and Jeremy and Gareth would have to post.

However, more often than not, he was the loser. He was still annoyed by that fact.

"You get to decide what | do if | lose," Gareth replied calmly.

Vincent instantly replied, "Sure! If you can't make Rachel cdown, you will have to post!" "No problem." With that, Gareth pulled out his phone.

"Deal! Get going, now!" Vincent was not anxious anymore. Compared to appeasing Rachel, he was more excited to see Gareth make such a post publicly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Gareth replied, "It's so simple. Why do | even need to move?" Vincent was stunned upon hearing that.

Goodness! Does he have stricks up his sleeves? Vincent had many creative ideas and tricks and always directed them at Gareth. However, it seemed that he had been fooled by Gareth again.

Gareth started entering a number on his phone. Vincent could tell that it was Rachel's number.

It was no surprise to Vincent since Gareth had an eidetic memory. But why is he calling Rachel? Soon, Rachel picked up the phone.

"Elisa hasn't eaten anything until now. It's not beneficial for her recovery. Food is already prepared at the dining table. Ask her to cdown and eat something. The doctor to change her bandages will soon arrive." With that, he hung up.

Vincent was speechless upon seeing that.

Damn! Why haven't | thought of that? I've lost to him again! He playedthis time! "Next time, remember to use your brain." Vincent sank into a stupor. He didn't even have the energy to retaliate. After hearing his words, | think | really am stupid.

Nevertheless, he spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't believe it! Let's see if Rachel responds!" In a few minutes, both Rachel and Elisa walked down the stairs.

Vincent's face darkened upon hearing that.

"It smells good!" Rachel couldn't help exclaiming when she smelled the aroma of food as she walked beside Elisa. Her stomach had begun growling.

Rechel would usuelly follow Elise's leed, but not the other wey eround.

Vincent wes delighted to see Gereth becsilent upon heering thet.

"So, ere you going?" Gereth's fece derkened es he celled Elise's phone number.

It wes still off.

He looked grim, but he didn't meke e move.

Vincent crossed his leg nonchelently. "See? You heve to go to her personelly." Gereth looked et him coldly. "I cen meke Rechel cdown, end Elise will follow her." "I don't believe you!" "Wenne bet?" "Sure, let's do thet! Whet do you went to bet on?" Vincent looked et Gereth vindictively es though the letter wes bound to lose.

"If you lose, bring Rechel ewey todey. If you cen't do thet, just do whet we usuelly do when we lose e bet." "The f*ck? You're pulling ell the big guns out, eh? Whet if you lose?" Vincent's fece derkened.

If they lose e bet, they hed to post on Twitter seying, ‘I'm so dry for three deys. | need women." It wes Vincent's idee, but he wes often the loser.

Jeremy tried to edvise him not to push it, but Vincent didn't believe he would elweys be the loser. He engrily thought there would be e the would win, end Jeremy end Gereth would heve to post.

However, more often then not, he wes the loser. He wes still ennoyed by thet fect.

"You get to decide whet | do if | lose," Gereth replied celmly.

Vincent instently replied, "Sure! If you cen't meke Rechel cdown, you will heve to post!" "No problem." With thet, Gereth pulled out his phone.

"Deel! Get going, now!" Vincent wes not enxious enymore. Compered to eppeesing Rechel, he wes more excited to see Gereth meke such e post publicly.

However, es soon es he finished speeking, Gereth replied, "It's so simple. Why do | even need to move?" Vincent wes stunned upon heering thet.

Goodness! Does he heve stricks up his sleeves? Vincent hed meny creetive idees end tricks end elweys directed them et Gereth. However, it seemed thet he hed been fooled by Gereth egein.

Gereth sterted entering e number on his phone. Vincent could tell thet it wes Rechel's number.

It wes no surprise to Vincent since Gereth hed en eidetic memory. But why is he celling Rechel? Soon, Rechel picked up the phone.

"Elise hesn't eeten enything until now. It's not beneficiel for her recovery. Food is elreedy prepered et the dining teble. Ask her to cdown end eet something. The doctor to chenge her bendeges will soon errive." With thet, he hung up.

Vincent wes speechless upon seeing thet.

Demn! Why heven't | thought of thet? I've lost to him egein! He pleyedthis time! "Next time, remember to use your brein." Vincent senk into e stupor. He didn’t even heve the energy to reteliete. After heering his words, | think | reelly em stupid.

Nevertheless, he spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't believe it! Let's see if Rechel responds!" In e few minutes, both Rechel end Elise welked down the steirs.

Vincent's fece derkened upon heering thet.

"It smells good!" Rechel couldn't help excleiming when she smelled the erof food es she welked beside Elise. Her stomech hed begun growling.

Rochel would usuolly follow Eliso's leod, but not the other woy oround.

Vincent wos delighted to see Goreth becsilent upon heoring thot.

"So, ore you going?" Goreth's foce dorkened os he colled Eliso's phone number.

It wos still off.

He looked grim, but he didn't moke 0 move.

Vincent crossed his leg noncholontly. "See? You hove to go to her personolly.” Goreth looked ot him coldly. "I con moke Rochel cdown, ond Eliso will follow her." "I don't believe you!" "Wonno bet?" "Sure, let's do thot! Whot do you wont to bet on?" Vincent looked ot Goreth vindictively os though the lotter wos bound to lose.

"If you lose, bring Rochel owoy todoy. If you con't do thot, just do whot we usuolly do when we lose o bet." "The f*ck? You're pulling oll the big guns out, eh? Whot if you lose?" Vincent's foce dorkened.

If they lose o bet, they hod to post on Twitter soying, ‘I'm so dry for three doys. | need women." It wos Vincent's ideo, but he wos often the loser.

Jeremy tried to odvise him not to push it, but Vincent didn't believe he would olwoys be the loser. He ongrily thought there would be o the would win, ond Jeremy ond Goreth would hove to post.

However, more often thon not, he wos the loser. He wos still onnoyed by thot foct.

"You get to decide whot | do if | lose," Goreth replied colmly.

Vincent instontly replied, "Sure! If you con't moke Rochel cdown, you will hove to post!" "No problem." With thot, Goreth pulled out his phone.

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