We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 265 Who! Who Is It!!

Elisa smiled and nodded. “I’ll help you back up.”

“It’s alright. I can head up myself. That’s right, Mr. Jones. Since you’re sending Elisa back, let her take the clothes back.”

Mr. Jones answered in a rush, “Yes, Ma’am.”

A trace of a smile flickered across Elisa’s eyes. Grandma was really listening to her. Otherwise, Grandma would have asked Gareth to send her back.

Gareth’s face darkened a little and, in the end, he said calmly, “I’ll be leaving.”

Julia looked at her grandson resentfully. She didn’t say anything but snorted coldly while she watched him leave.

As for Elisa, she left with the people that Mr. Jones had arranged for her.

She secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Although she was disappointed with what the Wickam family had done, she couldn’t take revenge because of Grandma. It would only make things worse. She knew that Grandma and Grandpa couldn’t trend on Twitter at a time like this. As long as they didn’t go too far, she would…. give up this time.

On the way, she kept thinking about it. When she arrived home, her clothes were brought upstairs before the people left.

She only went into the bathroom after seeing that nobody was around

off her clothes and turned on the shower. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her lips, she froze. Her face changed when she carefully looked at

was still a mark. Wouldn’t

a deep breath in. Her delicate face flushed with rage. She didn’t know that the man would suddenly go

three years of their marriage only happened after they got a divorce.

scornful yet entertained expression as if he was watching

she

crossed a big gulf. It made her feel that she

was determined not to give herself or Gareth the opportunity for them to

the next day, Elisa realized that the

Will’s tweets had

streaked across Elisa’s eyes. Did

She laughed scornfully. Gareth was so efficient at

what had happened in the

phone down and wanted to ignore everything. She was about

glanced at her cell

‘Good morning, princess. Are