No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1874

Elisa pointed at the distinctive house and turned her head to ask, "Why does that house look different?"

Gareth glanced at it and snorted coldly, "That's the chief's house."

It was evident that Gareth had some beef with the village chief. Still, since he didn't elaborate, Elisa refrained from prying.

She nodded, and they continued on their walk. The afternoon sun was casting a warm glow, and the village was coming alive with more people going about their evening routines, painting a serene scene.

Whispers floated around the onlookers.

"Hey, are those the strangers Mrs. Kella discovered?"

"Yeah! Did you catch a glimpse of the girl? She's even more beautiful than the village chief's daughter."

"Forget about it. Those two are a perfect fit. And don't forget, Mrs. Kella has a son. No use getting your hopes up."

"Watch your words. Don't forget..."

Before the sentence could be completed, an incisive voice cut in, "Who did you say is the perfect fit?"

All eyes turned to the voice's origin, landing on a stunning and charismatic young woman wielding a whip. Her gaze was locked onto the couple strolling along the beach, a fierce intensity in her glare.

The sun-kissed lifestyle had left its mark on the locals, including the young lady, who sported a well-tanned complexion. The sun had gifted them a uniform bronzed hue, lending them a distinctive, primal allure.

As the young woman appeared, a hushed tension seemed to settle among the onlookers. Particularly the person who had just spoken about the couple's suitability; they instinctively covered their own mouth in remorse.

"My bad, Anna, I messed up."

The young lady, addressed as Anna, let out a slight scoff, a touch of petulance tainting her otherwise striking appearance.

She was attractive, though her charm seemed to fade slightly compared to Elisa's.

Anna cracked her whip, the sharp sound seeming almost painfully resonant.

"I'm curious to see how good-looking this woman is."