We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out Chapter 1861

Chapter 1861 Opening Dance

The surrounding gazes converged on the two of them. Gareth saw the dejected young man leaving,

and a satisfactory smile tugged at his lips.

"Ms. Benett, may I have the honor of inviting you to this opening dance?" He asked Elisa in a

chivalrous manner.

The latter smiled. A blend of helplessness and a touch of sentiment was evident in her expression.

Slowly, Elisa placed her hand on Gareth's, prompting the room to erupt in cheers.

The music started playing, and everyone paused to watch Elisa and Gareth take the floor for their first

dance.

Under the collective gaze of the onlooking crowd, they exuded confidence without a hint of

nervousness.

They moved in perfect synchrony, gliding effortlessly forward and backward. Their steps flowed

gracefully and harmoniously.

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Elisa projected an aura of elegance and grace reminiscent of a princess with each movement.

Especially when her red dress fluttered in the air with her fluid movements, it held a captivating

enchantment.

The lights traced their every motion, casting a luminous glow upon them.

Despite Gareth's typically reserved demeanor, at that very moment, his eyes radiated warmth and

affection. It was as if the barriers that had once kept them distant had dissolved away.



From Elisa's perspective, it was a unique moment, as if she contained an entire cosmos of galaxies

within her eyes.

To onlookers, seeing them dancing hand-in-hand and the chemistry between them created a

captivating and picturesque scene, like a treat for the eyes.

However, unbeknownst to them, Gareth and Elisa would engage in whispered conversations as they

shared the intimate dance.

Elisa playfully quipped, "What made you ask me to dance all of a sudden? It's not like you..."

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Gareth playfully tightened his hold on her waist. He retorted, "Wasn't really my intention initially

because I noticed Ms. Benett sitting there alone as if not keen..."

Gareth gently guided Elisa's waist as the music flowed to its rhythm, allowing her to sway. She

gracefully followed his lead, bringing the dance to a splendid close.

Applause erupted from the audience.

Moments later, as Elisa stood upright again, Gareth's voice murmured by her ear, "Then, I saw that you

wanted to dance again, so I hurried over. You might have taken the first dance with someone else if I

had been a second slower."

He finished with a teasing click of his tongue as if the thought of that scenario upset him.

Initially, Elisa didn't understand his meaning.

Later, the realization struck her, and she playfully inquired, "Mr. Gareth, you're not actually feeling

jealous, are you?"

Her tone was mostly jest, fully aware of his usual demeanor—he would never admit to being envious.



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However, she hadn't anticipated that, as the music paused and their movements froze mid-bend,

Gareth gradually closed the gap between them, his expression sincere.

"Yes, I'm jealous," he admitted. "I've fallen for you. What do I do with you now?"

His warm breath, tinged with the fragrance of wine, brushed her neck, creating an electric atmosphere.

Elisa stared at him, taken aback by his honesty, momentarily stunned.

Gareth's gentle squeeze of her hand snapped her back, and they took a bow together.

The dance came to a close amid a cascade of applause, the room alive with cheers and accolades.

Gareth handed the microphone to Elisa, who accepted it graciously, sharing a few words to motivate

the vibrant atmosphere.

She expressed heartfelt thanks for everyone's effort and implored all to relish the moment.

The crowd chanted, "Hail Ms. Benett, the fairest of them all!"

Elisa seemed to emit a radiant glow in the bustling crowd's heart. Gareth's gaze lingered on her, a

smile unconsciously tugging at his lips.

Around the same time, a disheveled Paul and Rochelle made their entrance. Despite their initial

elegant attire, they appeared somewhat tousled, as if they had gone through some 'adventure.'

This was especially evident in Rochelle's case; her once meticulous and pretty hairdo now clung

haphazardly to her scalp.