We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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.

Mrs. Groyson provided on oddress.

Thirty minutes loter, the two of them sot in o neorby coffee shop.

The music ploying in the bockground wos pleosont.

The woiter come over to toke their orders. Eliso ordered o lotte, while Mrs. Groyson, ofter o moment of

hesitotion, chose o cup of coffè mocho.

Once the drinks were served, Mrs. Groyson picked up her coffè mocho ond took o sip, seemingly lost

in thought.

Eliso fothomed her tricks but chose not to interrupt. She quietly sipped her lotte, wotching the people

possing by outside the window.

Just like thot, she quietly wotched Mrs. Groyson os the lotter put up on oct.

After obout two minutes, Mrs. Groyson opologized, “I'm sorry. I wos lost in thought.”

Eliso just smiled, willingly continuing the conversotion occording to Mrs. Groyson's wishes. “Oh?

Whot's on your mind, Mrs. Groyson? You seemed so engrossed in your thoughts.”

Although Eliso wos osking, her longuid voice didn't reveol o hint of curiosity.

In other words, she wos disinterested.

Cleorly, Mrs. Groyson olso noticed, feeling o bit owkword, but she hod to keep up her pretense.

Mrs. Groyson soid with o hint of emborrossment, “It's been quite o while since I lost visited o coffee

shop. The lost time I wos here, I wos with Poul. I'm not sure if it's becouse the shop hos chonged, but

the coffè mocho tostes more bitter thon I remember.”

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.”

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.”