My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 87 Episode 87

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Elijah spoke.

His voice was low, steady, and laced with steel.

“She wouldn’t dare.” After a whirlwind of drinks that teetered between revelry and chaos, Elizabeth abruptly tossed the incomplete playing cards across the table as if they had insulted her and leaped to her feet.

“This is an utter disaster!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic.

“My brother knows I’m back! He’s coming to haul me out of here! I’ve got to escape! Sandra, stay put—I’ll arrange a car to fetch you.”

Before Sandra could unravel her jumbled thoughts to reply, Elizabeth had grabbed her bag from the table and vanished like a shadow in the night.

Sandra, left in a haze of dizziness and unease, sank deeper into her chair.

runaway carousel, and her stomach

room filled with unfamiliar men, the irritation she had previously stifled now

her isolation, one of the young men strutted

of a bargain-basement version of

close, he murmured in her ear, “Miss, I could give you

brushed against

to recoil, but the alcohol had drained her strength, leaving her rooted in her seat,

encouragement, the young man became

unwelcome and intrusive, crept onto her thigh, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her pants

catered mainly to older

like Sandra was

could establish a connection with her, perhaps