No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Elisa could justify it by telling Gareth that he got injured because of her, so it made sense for her to check his wounds.

Elisa pursed her lips and continued, "You know what? It's no big deal. I think you're being unreasonable. Please remove your shirt, and let me check those wounds."

But Gareth quickly countered, "If I agree to let you check my wounds, will you come with me?"

Elisa was left speechless. This guy sure knew how to negotiate!

"Where exactly are we supposed to go?" Elisa asked, curiosity tinged with a hint of impatience.

Gareth remained composed as he replied, "If you come with me, you'll find out soon enough, won't you?"

Elisa grew increasingly frustrated with his stubborn attitude but didn't want to be rude or ignore him. So, she decided to preface her statement.

"Hold on a minute. Let me make this clear. If the place is too far or if your wounds are serious, count me out,"

perfectly fine now. If you're so desperate

did he mean by saying

to spare a glance at you if it weren't for the fact that you were nosy and injured because of me? Just

Gareth retorted, his gaze

forget we have no connection or obligations between us anymore? So, hurry

respond, maintaining

he calmly unbuttoned his shirt revealing two distinct sutures and two wounds she had stitched up. These surgical sutures didn't require removal, and there was no redness or swelling around them. Elisa couldn't help but be pleased

twice, each

chest... If it had been a hair's breadth closer, it would have shattered his heart, and he would

took his injuries and the poison in his body seriously,

"Do you really think you're

he didn't even furrow his brow. Elisa could only see

Considering all that...