We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 1849 A Kiss in the Darkness

Gareth took Elisa's arms in the darkness, drawing her into his embrace. His touch lingered on her head, and their lips kissed.

Elisa's mind seemed to go blank in that instant. Her gaze met Gareth's as they parted, leaving her dazed.

Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling in close proximity.

Elisa could feel the faint prickle of stubble on Gareth's chin, causing a slight discomfort.

She reacted momentarily afterward, pushing against Gareth's chest and struggling to free herself. His warmth radiated as if he aimed to melt her, and his strong frame was undeniable.

Gareth's arms held her securely, one hand supporting her head, the other steadying her waist. Try as she might, Elisa found it impossible to move him even an inch.

Time seemed to blur as they stood like that. Gareth's grip gradually loosened until Elisa could finally extricate herself and create some distance.

She wiped her lips, her face becoming an angry scowl as she directed her gaze at Gareth. Those eyes held a fire of resentment.

intensity of her look was fueled by a

her fierce stare, Gareth felt a need to explain himself, though the words remained stuck. Once again, he found himself at

words at bay had backfired entirely, leading to an unanticipated outcome: Elisa ended

divorced. All I want is to be on friendly terms. If that's too much to ask, then we should remain strangers.

hung in the air, Elisa started to turn away. But in the dim darkness, she unexpectedly bumped into a table corner and ended up on the

jolt of pain shot through her, and the darkness made it even worse. Gareth, noticing her distress, heard her groan and quickly moved over,

a candle in his other hand, its flame sending dancing shadows across the

Elisa's waist against him. Elisa struggled to break free, her fists lightly hitting Gareth's

his focus on navigating through the darkness. When Elisa tried to wriggle away again, a close call with the candle's hot wax nearly spilling onto her prompted him to sternly caution, "Stop

stopped struggling, her face softly illuminated by the candle's glow, and

the woman in his arms and felt compelled to explain himself, "I'm not trying anything here. I just

silence, suspended between neither agreement nor