No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1863

Summary for Chapter 1863: No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)

Chapter 1863 – Highlight Chapter from No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)

Chapter 1863 is a standout chapter in No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) by Canna, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.

Chapter 1863 Executing the Plan

Gareth emerged from his bathroom break, realizing he had two options: find a different entrance or navigate the crowd to get back inside.

And then there was this woman taking it upon herself to block the entrance aisle.

Seriously, the nerve!

Rochelle's face turned beet red—not because she was shy, but because she felt utterly mortified.

She wished she could melt into the floor as she revisited her fleeting fantasies from a moment ago.

She lowered her head in a feeble attempt to hide her awkwardness and mumbled, "Sorry," before stepping aside.

Gareth didn't utter a word, but the disdain in his eyes cut like a knife.

Rochelle watched as he made a beeline straight for Elisa.

Even though Elisa wasn't even interacting with him, he stood by her side, silent as a statue.

Seeing that, Rochelle couldn't help but tighten her grip on her wine glass, her eyes smoldering with frustration.

Perhaps her intense resentment was written all over her face, and it traveled across the room; somehow, Paul managed to catch that vibe.

By the time Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting daggers at her, his gaze a mix of probing and anger.

Rochelle cursed silently, swiftly averting her gaze.

However, Paul had no intention of letting her off the hook that easily.

He smiled at a few company bigwigs, excused himself, red wine glass in hand, and headed for Rochelle.

Once he got near, he groped her, causing Rochelle to let out a shocked exclamation.

Paul's expression stayed unchanged; he chuckled and remarked, "You sly little thing just can't keep your hands to yourself when I'm away. Am I not satisfying enough for your appetite?"

Rochelle acted coyly, quickly shaking her head before nodding in agreement.

She hurriedly explained, "Mr. Mazel is so powerful as a bulldozer."

The passage of time had slipped their notice until a phone call broke the lull. Gareth glanced at his device, uttered something to Elisa, and exited the scene.

It was a calculated step in Paul's playbook.

Right after Gareth left, Paul and Rochelle made their way over to Elisa.

At that very moment, Elisa had just concluded a business chat and focused on Paul and Rochelle. She shifted her focus to Paul and Rochelle, and her cheeks tinged with a faint flush. Her gaze held a touch of frostiness, her tone polite but distant.

"Can I help you?"

Paul erupted into a guffaw, playfully nudging Rochelle forward.

Rochelle held two wine glasses; her unspoken intention was explanatory.

Paul broke the ice, "Ms. Benett, Rochelle mentioned there might have been a misunderstanding between you two earlier. She's here to offer her apology. And concerning her tenure with the company... would you be open to considering her return? She's held this role for a considerable time, and even if her impact might not have been revolutionary, she has consistently put in the effort, don't you agree?"