No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1860

Summary for Chapter 1860: No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)

Chapter Summary: Chapter 1860 – No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) by Canna

In Chapter 1860, a key moment in the Romance novel No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa), Canna delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

Chapter 1860 An Invite to Dance

Elisa shot him a once-over and remained silent, continuing to stride forward.

Besides Paul and Rochelle, everyone else had already arrived.

The central island appeared more spacious than anticipated, and Elisa had secured the entire area.

They set sail around six in the evening, then indulged in some fun for half an hour or so. After that, Elisa took charge, leading the group to the restaurant.

The restaurant had been transformed into a self-service dance party setup. Various foods adorned both sides – cooked dishes, sashimi, fruits, and seafood – all incredibly fresh. In the heart of it, all was the dance floor.

"Can I help you?" Her tone was cold, her demeanor distant.

Not far away, Gareth, holding a glass of red wine in hand, had been discreetly watching Elisa. Sensing something amiss, he took a step toward her.

With a touch of shyness, the man spoke, "Ms. Benett, I'm from the Finance Department. While we might not have interacted much, I've quietly followed your endeavors. By the way, I was also there at the bid award event. I know our victory this time owes a lot to your exceptional contributions. I hold you in high regard and would be honored to propose a toast in your name."

He raised his glass, anticipating Elisa's reaction.

It would be impolite to reject a friendly gesture, especially when the man hadn't crossed any boundaries. Elisa conceded, lifting her glass and lightly clinking it against his.

She took a small sip of the wine and refrained from taking more.

The ensemble of red wine, red lips, and Elisa's gown, with its daring back and subtle slit, commanded attention.

Elisa raised an eyebrow as the man continued to stand there.

"Yes? Is there anything else you need?"

After hesitating, he mustered his courage and said, "Ms. Benett, I couldn't help but notice you've been sitting here alone. I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of sharing this opening dance with me."

The young man swallowed hard but stood his ground. He murmured, "Excuse me, Ms. Benett has already agreed to dance with me. You might need to wait for your turn, sir."

Gareth cast him a scornful look, projecting an aura of unwavering superiority.

Despite this, the young man stood his ground.

Elisa's inner sigh was palpable as she massaged her temples. She was concerned the young man might become so overwhelmed that he'd faint. She then gave the young man an apologetic nod and politely declined his request.

Swiftly, she took Gareth's hand and led him toward the center of the dance floor. People around them, both men and women, instinctively cleared a path, encircling them.

Under the spotlight's beam, they occupied the focal point.

An ineffable sentiment seemed to fill the air.