We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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,"

feeling perfectly fine now. If you're so desperate to see it, I can

by saying she was desperate

said, "Say what? I'm not desperate and couldn't care less about your injury. Do you think I have any desire to spare a glance at you if it weren't for the fact that you were nosy and injured because of me? Just so

is that so?" Gareth retorted, his

couldn't comprehend Gareth's current state of mind. She continued to glare at him and spoke plainly, "Otherwise? Don't you forget we have no connection or obligations

didn't respond, maintaining

about to urge him again, 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

each time narrowly

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

been warned about his critical condition after the surgery. Yet, he never took his injuries and the poison

"Do you really think you're

felt a slight ache in his chest, but he didn't even furrow his brow. Elisa could only see one wound sewn up like a winding trail. There was no

Considering all that...