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.

and her

the irritation she had

one of the young men strutted

a bargain-basement version of Elijah, all swagger with

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

of alcohol, brushed against her ear, making her

strength, leaving her rooted in her seat, trapped in

encouragement,

his fingers brushing against the fabric of

establishment catered mainly to older women and clients with

attractive woman like

intentions were evident: if he could establish a connection with her, perhaps it would lead to a more