No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 369 You’re Even Thinking of Collaborating with Him?!
Elisa and Will glanced toward the door at the same time. “Come in.” Will muttered.
A server opened the room door and walked in with a few bottles of red wine.
Will said with a smile, “I ordered these wines for you. They taste superb, but unfortunately, you didn’t even take a sip. Were you worried that I would spike the wine?”
Elisa retracted her gaze and answered with an indifferent look. “I just think that drinking is harmful.”
Will was amused. “Even red wine?”
Just then, he sensed a piercing gaze on him. He lifted his eyes to see a tall figure standing at the door. At that moment, Elisa’s back was facing the door. She, too, sensed something was off – the piercing glare felt familiar.
Elisa’s body stiffened, but she pretended to not have noticed anything and lifted her wine glass. But alas, the back of the couch that she was sitting on was not high enough to hide her. So, Gareth was able to see her shoulders and above clearly.

Soon, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Elisa remained silent while Will looked at the comer with a half-smile and uttered, “Hi Mr. Wickam, has your appointment ended?”
Ignoring Will, Gareth walked up to Elisa, stopped beside her, and shot a cold glare at her.
Elisa had no choice but to slowly lift her head. A chill ran down her spine when she met Gareth’s gloomy eyes.
Ugh… If I had left just now, maybe I wouldn’t have bumped into him! The waiter just came to serve the wine; who knew this nuisance would discover us.
Looking hostile and frigid, Gareth blurted, “I gave you half a day off from work, and you’re here dating?” The sarcasm in his words hit Elisa’s heart ruthlessly.
She looked at the man in a composed manner and asked, “Do you have any instructions for me regarding work? Since I was given half a day off, shouldn’t I have the freedom to decide how I want to spend it?”
Gareth pressed his lips as the veins on the back of his hand jolted.
“Great.”
Will smirked. Seeing the two staring daggers at each other, he cast a probing glance at Gareth and uttered, “Mr. Wickam, why did you barge into my room out of the blue – to have a drink with me?”
“To pick up a person.” Gareth spat frigidly through gritted teeth.
The atmosphere in the room was as cold as if they were in a freezer.
Before Elisa could say something, Gareth grasped her wrist all of a sudden and dragged her away forcefully.
“Gareth Wickam, let go of me!” However, Elisa simply couldn’t break away from Gareth.