Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

In those twinkling eyes, an unspoken message seemed to linger: “You have to take responsibility for me.”

Elisa shifted her gaze somewhat awkwardly, then scratched her head apologetically, saying, “I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous.”

Gareth offered a faint, reassuring smile, signaling that he understood.

He appeared delicate, and Elisa bit her lip, seemingly lost in thought.

“You shouldn't blame yourself too much; this isn't your fault.” Gareth tried to console her, hoping to ease her burden.

Elisa didn't respond immediately. She simply patted Gareth's shoulder suddenly and said, “Since you're injured, you shouldn't go to court today.”

That day was scheduled for the formal hearing of Paul and Rochelle.

Originally, Gareth was supposed to accompany Elisa. The recurrence of his wound wasn't in his plans, but since it happened, he decided to go along with it.

It was partly to make Elisa feel a bit more concerned for him.

However... this wasn't the outcome he had anticipated.

Gareth immediately sat up straight, indicating that he was perfectly fine.

With a playful gleam in her eyes, Elisa managed to keep a straight face as she said, “Whether there's a problem or not, it's not for you to decide; it's up to me. Just stay home today and wait for me to bring back some good news.”

With that declaration, Elisa gave Gareth's shoulder another pat, and the matter was settled.

Before he could protest, Elisa had made up her mind and started marching upstairs, her foot thumping against the floor.

Gareth remained still, a wry smile on his face as he shook his head. He couldn't divert his gaze from Elisa's retreating figure ascending the stairs.

Seems like I've shot myself in the foot, didn't I?

By the time Elisa had finished changing her clothes, Gareth was already neatly dressed and seated in the living room.

However, Elisa completely ignored him and headed straight for the door.

Gareth rose to his feet, unable to refrain from calling out to Elisa, “You really won't be taking me with you?”

Elisa pivoted, her expression marked by confusion. “Of course not.”

Why would I be lying about it?

Gareth's frustration was palpable.

She gently patted his shoulder, earnestly saying, “This is for your own well-being. Is there anything specific you'd like to eat? I can bring it back for you later.”

Having spoken, she drove off without waiting for Gareth's reply.

He trailed after her, leaning against the door frame, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. He watched the fading trail of exhaust left by Elisa's car, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face.

Through the rearview mirror, Elisa glimpsed Gareth standing there, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.