No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Just when the three of them were discussing where to go for fun when spring arrived the next year, someone started sneezing. “I-I’m so cold.”

Glancing in the direction of the noise, they spotted Vincent, dressed in a bathrobe, strolling toward the pool.

It appeared that he was carrying something on his chest, causing his belly to protrude.

“This is the rose pool. Would you two like to take a dip as well?” Rachel asked Vincent, who was still standing by the pool.

At this moment, Gareth had also just arrived. He exchanged a glance and a smirk with Vincent as if they were plotting something. “Three, two…”

It seemed as if Elisa had discovered something. She shouted out, “Watch out! They’ve brought weapons!”

Vincent’s countdown had drowned out Elisa’s reminder.

Immediately after. Vincent and Gareth jumped into the rose pool, took out their water guns, and started squirting water at them.

The three of them were forced to flee in disarray.

There was no way

of water gushed forth, drenching

any makeup. Otherwise, even the most waterproof cosmetics

water gun had a gentle spray, and Vincent kept a safe distance from her to ensure it did

her meticulously styled bun was messed up. She put her hand in front of her face, then bravely faced the

hey, hey, what are you doing? I

don’t care if you’ve paid for it. Just

each other, Gareth, armed with another water gun, continued his search

midst of the chaos, Elisa and Bella

of rose petals to conceal her location, making it difficult for Gareth to pinpoint her

somehow managed to grab his water gun.

his water gun That was why they decided to

was unsuccessful, Elisa straply stood up from

mere centimeters away from Gareth, their faces so close they could almost feel each

that his eyes nearly popped out. At

back, trying to maintain a distance between them.