We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 1928 Lost In Thought

Chapter 1928 Lost In Thought

Elisa nodded, finally managing to send off the troublesome Gareth.

As he was leaving, Gareth didn't forget to warn Mrs. Grayson.

“I wonder how Old Mrs. Grayson has been feeling lately. Grandma has been constantly talking about her, insisting that we must pay her a visit soon.”

The smile on Mrs. Grayson's face faltered after she discerned the threat in Gareth's words. However, she swiftly regained her composure. “I shall eagerly await your arrival, then.”

Gareth didn't say a word and left the police station.

After watching the retreating figure of Gareth, Mrs. Grayson blurted out, “Ms. Benett and Mr. Wickam seem to get along quite well.”

It was known to the public that Elisa and Gareth were divorced.

Elisa felt Mrs. Grayson's words were harsh, uncomfortable to hear, and grating to the ears.

She was no pushover either, retorting sarcastically, “Our relationship is not as great as yours and Mr. Grayson's.”

The smile on Mrs. Grayson's face froze instantly.

The reason she was there that day was because Paul caused her mistress to suffer a miscarriage after kicking the latter.

Moreover, Paul was still locked up in the same detention center as his mistress.

To say that they were close was a blatant lie.

Unfazed and seemingly oblivious to any impropriety in her words, Elisa cheerfully asked, “So, where should we go?”

Mrs. Grayson provided an address.

Thirty minutes later, the two of them sat in a nearby coffee shop.

The music playing in the background was pleasant.

The waiter came over to take their orders. Elisa ordered a latte, while Mrs. Grayson, after a moment of hesitation, chose a cup of caffè mocha.

Once the drinks were served, Mrs. Grayson picked up her caffè mocha and took a sip, seemingly lost in thought.

Elisa fathomed her tricks but chose not to interrupt. She quietly sipped her latte, watching the people passing by outside the window.

Just like that, she quietly watched Mrs. Grayson as the latter put up an act.

After about two minutes, Mrs. Grayson apologized, “I'm sorry. I was lost in thought.”

Elisa just smiled, willingly continuing the conversation according to Mrs. Grayson's wishes. “Oh? What's on your mind, Mrs. Grayson? You seemed so engrossed in your thoughts.”

Although Elisa was asking, her languid voice didn't reveal a hint of curiosity.

In other words, she was disinterested.

Clearly, Mrs. Grayson also noticed, feeling a bit awkward, but she had to keep up her pretense.

Mrs. Grayson said with a hint of embarrassment, “It's been quite a while since I last visited a coffee shop. The last time I was here, I was with Paul. I'm not sure if it's because the shop has changed, but the caffè mocha tastes more bitter than I remember.”

Mrs. Grayson providad an addrass.

Thirty minutas latar, tha two of tham sat in a naarby coffaa shop.

Tha music playing in tha background was plaasant.

Tha waitar cama ovar to taka thair ordars. Elisa ordarad a latta, whila Mrs. Grayson, aftar a momant of hasitation, chosa a cup of caffè mocha.

Onca tha drinks wara sarvad, Mrs. Grayson pickad up har caffè mocha and took a sip, saamingly lost in thought.

Elisa fathomad har tricks but chosa not to intarrupt. Sha quiatly sippad har latta, watching tha paopla

passing by outsida tha window.

Just lika that, sha quiatly watchad Mrs. Grayson as tha lattar put up an act.

Aftar about two minutas, Mrs. Grayson apologizad, “I'm sorry. I was lost in thought.”

Elisa just smilad, willingly continuing tha convarsation according to Mrs. Grayson's wishas. “Oh? What's on your mind, Mrs. Grayson? You saamad so angrossad in your thoughts.”

Although Elisa was asking, har languid voica didn't ravaal a hint of curiosity.

In othar words, sha was disintarastad.

Claarly, Mrs. Grayson also noticad, faaling a bit awkward, but sha had to kaap up har pratansa.

Mrs. Grayson said with a hint of ambarrassmant, “It's baan quita a whila sinca I last visitad a coffaa shop. Tha last tima I was hara, I was with Paul. I'm not sura if it's bacausa tha shop has changad, but tha caffè mocha tastas mora bittar than I ramambar.”

Elisa fathomed Mrs. Grayson was planning to play the sympathy card.

With a slight smile, Elisa remained silent, picking up her cup for another sip and watching Mrs. Grayson's performance with a calm gaze.

Mrs. Grayson, a woman of worldly experience, showed no signs of annoyance or embarrassment. She continued speaking. “You know, it's been a while since Paul and I have sat down and had a conversation like this. Ms. Benett, you've been married too. No matter how many mistakes our

husband makes, he's still our husband.” Her voice choked with emotion as she spoke, and tears welled in her eyes. She glanced at Elisa, her eyes filled with intense sorrow. “Don't you agree, Ms. Benett?”

Mrs. Grayson's intention was clear. She was going to see Paul's matter through to the end.

Elisa remained silent, simply adding a cube of sugar to Mrs. Grayson's cup.

After doing that, Elisa looked at her with a beaming smile.

“Mrs. Grayson, caffè mocha is naturally bitter. All you need to do is add some sugar to it.”