No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1883

After some time, Mrs. Kella turned around and entered the house.

Elisa's eyes dulled with disappointment.

Sensing her despair, Gareth held her hand tightly, quietly channeling his strength to her.

Elisa's grim mood disappeared instantly.

She had always been like this.

Like everyone, she would sometimes stumble, get hurt, and find herself stuck. However, she would never back down.

It was because there were too many things weighing down her shoulders. She could not bear to rest or stop.

Gareth had always admired her perseverance. At the same time, seeing her pushing herself like this hurt him.

"It's okay. I will think of another way. However, our relationship with Mrs. Kella… might have to end." Gareth turned to Elisa and comforted her softly.

Elisa nodded and looked at him. Her gaze was spirited, and her expression calm. She appeared unaffected.

"It's okay. Perhaps our friendship is never meant to be."

Gareth knew from those words that Mrs. Kella's rejection hurt Elisa. It seemed Elisa cared about Mrs. Kella and saw her as her grandmother.

It must have been a blow to be rejected by someone she was growing close to.

"What do you mean we are never meant to be?"

A voice prompted Elisa and Gareth to turn around.

Mrs. Kella pursed her lips in mock fury. She held out a pair of keys.

Once they turned around, she threw the keys high up into the air.

The keys fell and landed securely in Gareth's hands. Elisa and Gareth let out an inaudible breath of relief.

Mrs. Kella said, "Go if you want. You will find a way to go even if I don't let you. It's not like I can tie you two up."

With that, Mrs. Kella snorted softly and returned to the house.

Gareth grabbed the person handling the registration by his shirt, prompting the person to look at him strangely.

At the same time, Gareth was panting slightly from running. He calmed his breath before pointing at the name list and said firmly, "I want to register for the tournament."

The person gave Gareth a weird look and shook his head. "Sorry, the registration period is over. You're too late. Please wait until the next time."

The person tried to leave, but Gareth gripped his shirt and would not let go.

"Next time? That's another three years," Gareth said through gritted teeth. "I'm only asking you to add my name. Is that so difficult?"

The person was frightened by Gareth's intimidating demeanor.

Gareth tried so hard to get here, only for it to be in vain. How could anyone expect him to remain calm?

Furthermore, it was not only for himself that he wanted to join the tournament. He also carried Elisa's hope of going home.

The commotion attracted some onlookers. Anna was among them.