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

Considering it was still early, Gareth instructed the driver to head to Bella's previous residence to help her with the move. The location wasn't remote or too old, but it was a rental community with varying residents and less robust security measures.

Elisa and Bella worked together to pack clothes and personal belongings, while Gareth oversaw the movers as they packed larger items.

As Elisa and Bella emerged from the bedroom, they found Gareth sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed, looking every bit the boss as he directed the movers. "We don't need these, and that one can go too," he instructed.

Bella stepped forward to stop him and said, "Gareth, these things can still be used; why are you getting rid of them?"

"Don't keep any of these; we already have them at the manor. Just choose a few with sentimental value to take with you, and the same goes for your clothes," Gareth said nonchalantly, casting dismissive glances at items he deemed disposable.

Bella had a different perspective. In the past, when she was living off generational wealth, she might not have cared about these things. But now that she had earned her own money, she didn't want to waste anything. She knew all these items were bought with her hard-earned salary, and she valued the effort and dedication that went into earning that money.

Seemingly aware of her intention, Gareth stood up and lightly flicked her forehead. "Don't worry; Whatever you don't take, the movers will sell it for you."

Bella finally felt reassured and turned to Elisa. It was evident that Gareth and Elisa were aligned on this matter. In the room earlier, Bella had wanted to take all her clothes, but Elisa had stopped her.

As Elisa surveyed the room, she made a thoughtful decision for Bella. "Let's take about a third of these clothes," she suggested, considering both practicality and sentimental value.

Bella contemplated arguing, but the intensity in Elisa's deep eyes left her speechless. It was as if Elisa was trying to peer into her soul and understand her on a deeper level.

After a thoughtful pause, Elisa spoke again, her words carrying a weight of wisdom, "You need to learn to make choices."

Bella wanted to defend her point of view, but the significance of Elisa's words sank in, and she found herself at a loss for words.

In the end, they had required two trucks—one to transport Bella's carefully chosen items to the manor and the other to handle the goods for sale. The movers worked efficiently, loading and securing the belongings as Bella bid farewell to her past and embarked on a new chapter in her life.

As they prepared to leave, Bella returned the key to the tenant, taking one last glance at the house that had been her home for so long in Bayswe, bidding it a solemn farewell and saying goodbye to her past.