We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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 and bolted toward

grabbed the doorknob, she discovered the door had

a curse, Bella turned back cautiously, masking her fear from

to soothe the situation,

at her like a poised

about to wait for

hand sneaked into her bag and

Bella whipped out the pepper spray and gave

"Go to hell!"

the room as he

Bella dashed into the bathroom

a phone to call the police or find a way

this critical juncture, her only option was to

pray with all her heart that her determination wouldn't

already made it to the resort and teamed up with

SUVs, each loaded with four robust

four

ten advanced toward the front desk, exuding an intimidating