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No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1546
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After saying that, Rachel turned around.

Her determination was evident, as was her indifference.

She remained silent and cold.

He knew all too well that if he were to pursue her again, Rachel would undoubtedly grow frustrated with him.

Their relationship had to progress gradually; there was no rushing it.

Just before hopping on the plane, Rachel decided to ring up Elisa.

Meanwhile, Elisa had just escaped the clutches of the pesky reporter and settled into the car. Leaning against the

window, lost in her thoughts, she suddenly received a call from Rachel.

"Hello, my dearest Ms. Markee!" Elisa cheerfully picked up, hoping to lighten her tense mood.

Since her return to the country, Elisa hadn't had the time to reach out or meet Rachel.

She had been caught up in a whirlwind, taking care of the ailing Julia while simultaneously playing a role with Gareth

to appease and satisfy Julia.

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Rachel sneered, "You've got some nerve saying hello to me! I flew all the way to Moranta for you and got fooled by

that jerk Vincent. And you, despite my repeated warnings, hm! You still didn't listen and insisted on getting involved

with Gareth! Just wait for me to return; I'll hop on the plane in an hour!"

Elisa was startled.

It never occurred to her that Rachel would go to Moranta for her.

"Why did you go there, my dear?"

"For you, of course!"

Elisa's expression was a mix of emotions as she calmly explained, "Gareth and I were just putting on an act. We're

not actually together..."

Rachel let out a dismissive snort, "You're blurring the lines between pretense and reality. I don't want to see you get

hurt again. Liz, please get your priorities straight!"

Elisa pursed, "I've got my priorities straight, don't worry."

She had no intention of remarrying Gareth.

After a few more exchanges with Rachel, Elisa ended the call.

Throughout her conversation with Rachel, Gareth's face remained sullen, his brows furrowed, but Elisa was

oblivious to his displeasure.

Meanwhile, Gareth couldn't shake off Elisa's earlier words echoing in his mind.

"I've got my priorities straight. Don't worry."

Did she mean there's absolutely no chance of us getting remarried? None whatsoever?

Gareth's heart sank, a weight that words couldn't capture.

After about an hour, Elisa and Gareth got out of the car at the entrance of the Medicine Market.

The Medicine Market was fundamentally no different from a flea market or a food street.

It was a market where people selling medicine congregated. Where there was demand, a market would arise.

From Milk Thistle to Valerian Root and St. John's Wort, they had a wide range of medicinal ingredients available.

If one had to highlight a distinct feature, it would be the tranquility of the Medicine Market.

Not a hint of chaos could be found among the shoppers or the sellers, as everyone remained composed and

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peaceful.

There were no booming drums or enthusiastic shouts to grab attention.

Buyers only need to browse the stalls or shops and purchase the necessary medicinal ingredients.

But hey, there was a little rule in the Medicine Market that didn't really favor haggling.

As Elisa looked at Gareth's constantly distracted expression, she couldn't help but feel confused, "What's up?"

Gareth pursed his lips, "Nah."

After glancing at him, she said, "Well then, let's get in there."

Once they stepped into the Medicine Market, they were greeted by a wide road, big enough for two cars to pass

side by side. However, vehicles weren't allowed there; everyone had to walk, with no exceptions.

The whole idea was to keep those medicinal herbs safe from exhaust fumes.

The stuff displayed on both sides of the walkways wasn't just random junk—it was all about the real deal, actual

medicinal herbs.

Of course, most of them were on the lower end of the scale.

If you wanted the fancy stuff, you had to venture deeper into the shops.

As they strolled along, they stumbled upon a row of shops, all lined up nice and tidy, more or less the same size,

and sporting some seriously interesting names.