No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1872

Chapter 1872 Healing

Gareth took a moment, recollecting when he saw Elisa plummeting into the icy sea, on the verge of being swallowed by its depths. The memory of his anxiety and fear was vivid.

Fortunately, he was able to rescue her.

Gareth shut his eyes briefly, and his thoughts were clear upon reopening them.

He conveyed, "After that, you lost consciousness, and I managed to float us here. The villagers in this area helped us out. The saltwater probably irritated your throat, so you'll need time to recover. Take this tonic; it's a local remedy for throat discomfort."

With these words, he lifted the bowl intending to feed Elisa.

However, she declined, signaling that she would handle it herself. "I can handle it myself."

Seeing her determination, Gareth refrained from pushing, although a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

The tonic went down with an unpleasant taste, even causing Elisa to grimace as she swallowed it.

Whether due to the placebo effect or its actual effectiveness, Elisa felt a notable soothing sensation in her throat after taking the medicine.

Curious, she asked, "How long was I out?"

Recalling that it had been nighttime when she fell into the sea and now seeing the sun high above, along with her weakened state and feverish feeling, she assumed it must have been quite a while since she lost consciousness.

"Three days," Gareth responded.

No wonder her body felt so achy. Deprived of nourishment for three days, it was like going without food, pushing her limits.

If Elisa didn't wake up sooner, Gareth would be contemplating nudging her awake.

As if a thought had struck him, Gareth probed, "Did you manage to see the person who pushed you?"

Shaking her head, Elisa clarified, "No, I couldn't see the person's face. But I have a gut feeling about who it might be."

Raising an eyebrow, Gareth encouraged her to elaborate.

She said, "The strength behind the push wasn't overpowering, probably a woman. I noticed her recently manicured nails, painted in vibrant colors. Most telling, though, was the distinct fragrance she wore. I've only associated that scent with one person."

Their eyes met, and in almost perfect unison, they uttered the name.

"Rochelle."

They exchanged a knowing smile, understanding each other without needing words. No conversation was required; they were already on the same wavelength.

Elisa playfully teased, "Mr. Wickam, have you become an expert on Rochelle's perfume?"

While a jest, Gareth responded with a resolute shake of his head.

"But I do know there's only one woman who bears a grudge against you to this extent, who you're quite familiar with and desperately wants you dead."

Indeed, no one else but Rochelle fit the bill.

Elisa nodded in agreement.

She glanced afar, her gaze ablaze with determination.

"Rochelle dared to lay hands on me; she better brace herself for what's coming. Once I'm back, Rochelle and Paul will face my wrath."

It was almost sure that Paul had a hand in this.

Even more crucially, after Elisa's disappearance, Paul would rise to the company's top ranks. His influence would sway many shareholders, granting him a tight grip on the company's reins.

And inevitably, Bella would bear the brunt of his targeting and suppression.

More crucially, with the imminent board meeting just two months away, Paul was bound to pull out all the stops to twist the votes in his favor, effectively booting her out of the company.

By the time she'd be ready to return, the company's ownership could have switched hands.

Gareth chimed in to comfort her, "Don't overthink it now. Once you're back on your feet, we'll return immediately."

Elisa mustered a wry smile.

Easier said than done. The journey back could prove to be an uphill battle.

Both of them were acutely aware of this reality.