No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1873

Three more days had slipped since Elisa had woken up in the rustic thatched cottage.

Over this time, Gareth had been diligently bringing her meals and herbal remedies. Although Elisa couldn't quite decipher the local plants he used, their effects were undeniable.

As each day passed, Elisa felt her throat healing and her strength returning. However, she couldn't help but be puzzled by the strange wounds on Gareth's body.

He seemed to be deliberately concealing them, avoiding her gaze whenever they were visible.

He deftly changed the subject when she asked about them or offered vague explanations.

This puzzling behavior continued for the first few days but seemed to ease by the third.

On the fourth day, Elisa stretched indolently and gazed out the window. "The sun looks inviting today. How about taking a stroll?"

Gareth hesitated for a moment, showing no clear opposition.

And so, the two of them ventured out of the thatched cottage. As they stepped outdoors, they unexpectedly crossed paths with an elderly woman heading back from the fields, carrying a bundle of freshly harvested crops.

The woman noticed Gareth and greeted him warmly. Elisa serendipitously observed Gareth, assuming someone as reserved as him might brush off such interactions.

Much to Elisa's surprise, Gareth beamed and warmly waved at the elderly woman.

"Back already, Granny."

The old woman nodded and then shifted her gaze toward Elisa. A glint of wisdom shone in her eyes as she spoke in an unfamiliar dialect and accent, "This must be the girl you went to save, huh? She's a real beauty, even lovelier than the chief's daughter."

Though Elisa didn't fully grasp the words, she caught the sentiment – the old woman was giving her a compliment, which was intended kindly. Elisa responded with a friendly smile.

Having been confined within the small cottage for an extended period, Elisa felt like she had transformed into a frog at the bottom of a well, almost growing roots in bed.

Only when she stepped outdoors did she realize the existence of an unexplored paradise. The island was encompassed by numerous palm and coconut trees. It resembled a tiny haven, constantly drenched in pleasant weather and clear skies. Furthermore, the water here possessed a crystalline clarity, allowing one to see right through to the bottom.

The sole distinction from specific coastal tourist destinations back home was the untainted air and the genuine simplicity of the locals. This place remained unspoiled by the contamination of industry or modern living.

It felt pristine, akin to a sanctuary.

Elisa observed that the island was peppered with the same style of tiny houses she was lodging in – all properties of the elderly woman. They bore an uncanny resemblance, so much that she wondered if someone might accidentally wander into the wrong one.

However, nestled amidst these houses, a larger structure caught her attention. Unlike the others, which were constructed from mud, this one was crafted from bricks and cement. It was encircled by a fence and boasted a garden.

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