No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 2093

Gareth glanced at Elisa.

The latter looked downward as both of them tacitly agreed not to mention what had just happened.

"Let's go. Let's eat out," Gareth suggested, and Elisa naturally agreed.

Once they were ready and headed out, it would be just in time for lunch.

Elisa went upstairs to freshen up before leaving. Gareth didn't rush her, his eyes smiling, telling her to take her time and not to worry.

Elisa scratched her nose, too embarrassed to admit that she was the anxious one, mainly because she was hungry.

She then returned to her room and emerged about five minutes later.

She put on a different jacket. It was a long black down jacket that reached her ankles, which was quite warm.

The La Nina phenomenon that year had made it exceptionally cold.

"Let's go." Elisa rubbed her hands together, looking at Gareth.

Holding his phone with a faint smile, he looked like he was making a reservation.

Knowing him like the back of her hand, Elisa instantly knew what he was doing with just a glance.

"Let's go to an Italian restaurant. The weather's getting cold and I fancy something warm to eat."

After Elisa had spoken, Gareth raised an eyebrow, handing his phone screen over for Elisa to see.

He had made a reservation at an Italian restaurant that had recently become very popular.

To be precise, there was almost a table reserved for him.

The Italian restaurant was owned by a friend. In high society, such resources were shared since everyone knew each other and were friends.

This friend was also a big shot in the business world who enjoyed eating in his leisure time. He had opened many restaurants, each of which was always full of customers.

So, in every restaurant he owned, he always reserved a private room for himself or his friends. As a rule, this room was not available for booking by others.

All along the way, Elisa kept rubbing her hands, her face buried in her scarf. It felt warm doing so.

Luckily, her clothes were long enough to cover her ankles, which provided an added layer of warmth.

Seeing Elisa rubbing her hands, Gareth couldn't help but stuff his scarf into her hands.

"Wrap them up."

When Elisa glanced at him, Gareth zipped up his jacket all the way to the top, covering his neck, so the wind wasn't a problem for him.

In response, Elisa didn't refuse, for she really needed it.

The two of them continued walking like that.

Before she knew it, the first snowflake had landed on Elisa's nose, quickly melting into water.

Following closely was the second flake, then the third... Thousands upon thousands of snowflakes drifted over from one direction.