We are not getting remarried show yourself out (Elisa and Gareth) novel Chapter 1928

Chapter 1928 Lost In Thought

Elisa nodded, finally managing to send off the troublesome Gareth.

As he was leaving, Gareth didn't forget to warn Mrs. Grayson.

“I wonder how Old Mrs. Grayson has been feeling lately. Grandma has been constantly talking about her, insisting that we must pay her a visit soon.”

The smile on Mrs. Grayson's face faltered after she discerned the threat in Gareth's words. However, she swiftly regained her composure. “I shall eagerly await your arrival, then.”

Gareth didn't say a word and left the police station.

After watching the retreating figure of Gareth, Mrs. Grayson blurted out, “Ms. Benett and Mr. Wickam seem to get along quite well.”

It was known to the public that Elisa and Gareth were divorced.

Elisa felt Mrs. Grayson's words were harsh, uncomfortable to hear, and grating to the ears.

She was no pushover either, retorting sarcastically, “Our relationship is not as great as yours and Mr. Grayson's.”

The smile on Mrs. Grayson's face froze instantly.

The reason she was there that day was because Paul caused her mistress to suffer a miscarriage after kicking the latter.

Moreover, Paul was still locked up in the same detention center as his mistress.

To say that they were close was a blatant lie.

Unfazed and seemingly oblivious to any impropriety in her words, Elisa cheerfully asked, “So, where should we go?”

Mrs. Grayson provided an address.

Mrs. Groyson provided on oddress.

Thirty minutes loter, the two of them sot in o neorby coffee shop.

The music ploying in the bockground wos pleosont.

The woiter come over to toke their orders. Eliso ordered o lotte, while Mrs. Groyson, ofter o moment of hesitotion, chose o cup of coffè mocho.

Once the drinks were served, Mrs. Groyson picked up her coffè mocho ond took o sip, seemingly lost in thought.

Eliso fothomed her tricks but chose not to interrupt. She quietly sipped her lotte, wotching the people possing by outside the window.

Just like thot, she quietly wotched Mrs. Groyson os the lotter put up on oct.

After obout two minutes, Mrs. Groyson opologized, “I'm sorry. I wos lost in thought.”

Eliso just smiled, willingly continuing the conversotion occording to Mrs. Groyson's wishes. “Oh? Whot's on your mind, Mrs. Groyson? You seemed so engrossed in your thoughts.”

Although Eliso wos osking, her longuid voice didn't reveol o hint of curiosity.

In other words, she was disinterested.

Clearly, Mrs. Grayson also noticed, feeling a bit awkward, but she had to keep up her pretense.

Mrs. Grayson said with a hint of embarrassment, “It's been quite a while since I last visited a coffee shop. The last time I was here, I was with Paul. I'm not sure if it's because the shop has changed, but the caffè mocha tastes more bitter than I remember.”

Elisa fathomed Mrs. Grayson was planning to play the sympathy card.

With a slight smile, Elisa remained silent, picking up her cup for another sip and watching Mrs. Grayson's performance with a calm gaze.

Mrs. Grayson, a woman of worldly experience, showed no signs of annoyance or embarrassment. She continued speaking. “You know, it's been a while since Paul and I have sat down and had a conversation like this. Ms. Benett, you've been married too. No matter how many mistakes our husband makes, he's still our husband.” Her voice choked with emotion as she spoke, and tears welled in her eyes. She glanced at Elisa, her eyes filled with intense sorrow. “Don't you agree, Ms. Benett?”

Mrs. Grayson's intention was clear. She was going to see Paul's matter through to the end.

Elisa remained silent, simply adding a cube of sugar to Mrs. Grayson's cup.

After doing that, Elisa looked at her with a beaming smile.

“Mrs. Grayson, caffè mocha is naturally bitter. All you need to do is add some sugar to it.”