No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1849

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Chapter 1849 A Kiss in the Darkness

Gareth took Elisa's arms in the darkness, drawing her into his embrace. His touch lingered on her head, and their

lips kissed.

Elisa's mind seemed to go blank in that instant. Her gaze met Gareth's as they parted, leaving her dazed.

Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling in close proximity.

Elisa could feel the faint prickle of stubble on Gareth's chin, causing a slight discomfort.

She reacted momentarily afterward, pushing against Gareth's chest and struggling to free herself. His warmth

radiated as if he aimed to melt her, and his strong frame was undeniable.

Gareth's arms held her securely, one hand supporting her head, the other steadying her waist. Try as she might,

Elisa found it impossible to move him even an inch.

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Time seemed to blur as they stood like that. Gareth's grip gradually loosened until Elisa could finally extricate

herself and create some distance.

She wiped her lips, her face becoming an angry scowl as she directed her gaze at Gareth. Those eyes held a fire of

resentment.

The intensity of her look was fueled by a mixture of frustration and resentment.

Tired by her fierce stare, Gareth felt a need to explain himself, though the words remained stuck. Once again, he

found himself at odds with Elisa's wishes.

His misguided attempt to keep the dreaded words at bay had backfired entirely, leading to an unanticipated

outcome: Elisa ended up uttering the phrases he feared.

Elisa's eyes remained fixed on Gareth, her tone crisp and resolute. "Gareth, we're divorced. All I want is to be on

friendly terms. If that's too much to ask, then we should remain strangers. There's no in-between."

As those words hung in the air, Elisa started to turn away. But in the dim darkness, she unexpectedly bumped into a

table corner and ended up on the floor, groaning.

A sudden jolt of pain shot through her, and the darkness made it even worse. Gareth, noticing her distress, heard

her groan and quickly moved over, lifting her up gently.

Gareth held a candle in his other hand, its flame sending dancing shadows across the surroundings.

The flickering candlelight swayed gently as Gareth held Elisa's waist against him. Elisa struggled to break free, her

fists lightly hitting Gareth's chest as she scolded, "Let go of me!"

Gareth remained unfazed by her attempts, his focus on navigating through the darkness. When Elisa tried to

wriggle away again, a close call with the candle's hot wax nearly spilling onto her prompted him to sternly caution,

"Stop moving!"

Elisa stopped struggling, her face softly illuminated by the candle's glow, and remained silent.

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Gareth sensed a growing calm in the woman in his arms and felt compelled to explain himself, "I'm not trying

anything here. I just want to get you back to the room."

Elisa maintained her silence, suspended between neither agreement nor refusal.

Gareth lowered Elisa onto the bed, his fingers still tingling from the warmth of her skin.

He could smell the sweet scent in the air, triggering a pang of desire. He quickly shook his head to clear it. This was

not the time or place; luckily, the darkness hid his awkwardness.

Gareth's eyes adjusted to the soft light of the moon and candles as he stepped into Elisa's bedroom for the first

time.

The room was simple but elegant, with a whimsy touch reflecting Elisa's personality.

"Where's the first aid kit?" Gareth asked urgently.

Elisa pointed in a direction.

Gareth wasted no time grabbing the first aid kit and skillfully pulling out the necessary items. Elisa's knee was

scraped and bleeding from a run-in with a sharp corner.

He uncorked the alcohol bottle for disinfection and got ready to apply the medicine. Then, darting a glance at Elisa,

and gestured for her to lift her dress slightly.

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