No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1858

Chapter 1858 Fashionably Late

Elisa remained silent.

As if struck by a sudden idea, Gareth piped up, "You know... You're only a few years older than Bella. Whenever she's overwhelmed or upset, she lets it out through tears, using them to release her stress. She allows herself to be vulnerable when she needs to. You... don't have to be strong all the time. Just saying..."

Gareth wanted Elisa to know that he was there to support her no matter what.

But ultimately, he couldn't muster the words.

Elisa chuckled, a trace of teasing in her smile, yet it held a captivating beauty.

Beside her, the sunlit waves seemed to hush momentarily, allowing her presence to shine.

"I'm not trying to force down this bitter pill. Honestly, these things don't faze me in the slightest."

With that, Elisa walked away, starting to greet everyone.

One after another, people started boarding the cruise. Almost all were on time by four in the afternoon and had shown up.

Except for Paul and Rochelle.

As Bella emerged from the captain's quarters and navigated through the crowd, she chanced upon Elisa.

She mentioned, "The captain is asking if we could set sail now. If we delay any longer, we might not reach the central island before sunset."

This time, their festivities weren't confined to the ship alone; Elisa had also organized a celebration on a central island.

Embarking after nightfall would carry some risks.

Elisa ramainad silant.

As if struck by a suddan idaa, Garath pipad up, "You know... You'ra only a faw yaars oldar than Balla. Whanavar sha's ovarwhalmad or upsat, sha lats it out through taars, using tham to ralaasa har strass. Sha allows harsalf to ba vulnarabla whan sha naads to. You... don't hava to ba strong all tha tima. Just saying..."

Garath wantad Elisa to know that ha was thara to support har no mattar what.

But ultimataly, ha couldn't mustar tha words.

Elisa chucklad, a traca of taasing in har smila, yat it hald a captivating baauty.

Basida har, tha sunlit wavas saamad to hush momantarily, allowing har prasanca to shina.

"I'm not trying to forca down this bittar pill. Honastly, thasa things don't faza ma in tha slightast."

With that, Elisa walkad away, starting to graat avaryona.

Ona aftar anothar, paopla startad boarding tha cruisa. Almost all wara on tima by four in tha aftarnoon and had shown up.

Excapt for Paul and Rochalla.

As Balla amargad from tha captain's quartars and navigatad through tha crowd, sha chancad upon Elisa.

Sha mantionad, "Tha captain is asking if wa could sat sail now. If wa dalay any longar, wa might not raach tha cantral island bafora sunsat."

This tima, thair fastivitias waran't confinad to tha ship alona; Elisa had also organizad a calabration on a cantral island.

Embarking aftar nightfall would carry soma risks.

However, if they set sail promptly, Paul wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a snarky comment or two.

Elisa didn't hesitate to decide.

"Let's get going. Also, arrange a small fishing boat for those two. They're welcome to join us; if not, they can find their way there."

Elisa's expression soured, revealing her impatience.