No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1841 Before the Storm

Bella's instincts were blaring sirens that something was off about the wine. She glanced at Luke and shook her head. "Nah, I'll take a pass. Got to keep my head clear to go home later."

"Going home?" Luke's smile contorted like he'd just heard the funniest joke and couldn't stop laughing.

Bella was caught off guard by his weird reaction. She quickly dipped into her bag, grabbed the pepper spray, and locked eyes with Luke, watching for sudden moves.

Before she could blink, Luke held a wine glass in one hand and clasped Bella's chin with a tight grip in the other.

He squeezed, and it stung like crazy. Bella pressed her hands to her chest, pushing back, and then struggled as if her life depended on it.

Luke was unrelenting, his hold on Bella's head unyielding, as if he was about to force that red wine into her mouth.

Bella realized she was cornered, so she quickly knocked the wine glass to the floor.

The glass crashed down, shattering into pieces.

Some shards even nicked Luke.

But he didn't seem fazed by the pain; his eyes locked onto Bella with a sinister stare.

"I gotta go!"

was seriously wrong

she discovered the door had

Bella turned back cautiously, masking her fear from Luke's vigilant

to say something to soothe the

stared at her like a poised predator, ready to strike down his

Bella wasn't about to wait for him to

and clutched the

whipped out the pepper spray

"Go to hell!"

filled the room as

Bella dashed into the bathroom and quickly secured

moment, all she wished for was a phone to call the police or find a way

this critical juncture, her only option was to trust

resort was to pray with all

already made it to the resort and teamed up with

loaded with

those four men were

group of ten advanced toward the front desk, exuding an intimidating presence that left the receptionist visibly