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.

his sharp features did bear a fleeting resemblance to

little,” she admitted,

a casual wave, Camille beckoned

and keep Elizabeth company,” she instructed, her confidence

smoothly uncorking a

would you prefer poker or dice?” he

Elizabeth’s body immediately stiffened.

rigidly, her posture reminiscent of a disciplined

been brutally honest—a testament to her

undeniably attractive, the boy evoked

she felt a subtle sense of repulsion, her body instinctively

with a mix

and his mistress have likely been intimate countless

divorced—why cling to your

difficulty of changing someone’s nature, Camille turned to

friend doesn’t enjoy

Drinks and games only.

Understood?”

the wineglass handed