No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 223 

But Gareth completely ignored him. Vincent scooted closer to him and whispered in his ears, “Can’t you restrain your emotions for a bit? I’m freezing to death here! On top of that, do you want people to think that you’re grumpy because you weren’t the sole winner of the race?” 

Gareth’s sharp gaze fell on Vincent, who instantly conceded defeat. Raising his hands, he said, “Alright, alright. Just ignore me.” 

The results were already announced, and the host was enthusiastically proceeding with prize–giving. 

Elisa smiled at Carie. “Carle.” 

Gareth heard her voice, which she had deliberately changed into another tone. Does she have to be so chummy with him? 

Carle looked over at her. “Yes?” 

“Send other people to receive the prize. I’ll be heading back first.” 

It’s meaningless to stay here any further, and I don’t want to be wherever Gareth is. Not that I’m afraid of him, but it’s annoying. 

a coincidence that he participated in the race himself – simply because he wanted the project – she found it unlucky to be

“Shall we go, then? Let’s have a meal together. I’m sure

buy you a meal!” Rachel replied excitedly, but

was paying attention, and he heard half of

was

but she

moment was slightly intruding, but Carle did not pay much attention to their exchange. “Let’s go. It’ll be just the four of us tonight.” Then, he

of the

inquisitively at

she finally nodded. “Alright. Let’s have dinner

up and smiled

without saying anything. Vincent frowned slightly at him, but

hastily followed suit. “Where are you going?”

his eyes at them as his gaze became even more

as simple as she seems. I’ve definitely seen her, but I can’t