My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 85 Episode 85

Each of them stood over six feet tall, boasting broad shoulders and slim waists—a sight that could easily place them among the ranks of second-tier celebrities.

This must be what people refer to as “toy boys” online.

Elizabeth had never stepped foot in a place like this before.

Yet, even without firsthand experience, the tableau unfolding before her painted a clear picture of its infamous reputation.

“Enjoy yourself, Miss!” the boys chorused, their voices smooth as honey but startling Elizabeth all the same.

Camille, however, remained unfazed, as if she’d walked these gilded halls many times.

She nudged Elizabeth with an elbow and gestured toward a young man leaning nonchalantly against the far wall.

“Look at the one on the far right,” she said, a wicked smirk curling her lips.

“Doesn’t he remind you of that jerk Elijah?”

Elizabeth followed Camille’s gaze, her eyes landing on the boy.

moody lighting, his sharp features did bear a fleeting resemblance to Elijah’s, though the comparison left a sour

little,” she

casual wave, Camille beckoned

company,” she instructed,

Elijah lookalike approached, smoothly uncorking a wine

you prefer poker or dice?”

Elizabeth’s body immediately stiffened.

sofa, she sat rigidly, her posture reminiscent of a

had always been brutally honest—a

attractive, the boy evoked no desire

she felt a subtle sense of

spoke with a

and his mistress have

divorced—why cling

someone’s nature, Camille

friend doesn’t enjoy physical

Drinks and games only.

Understood?”

grip tightened around the wineglass handed