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!"

sensed something was seriously wrong and bolted toward the

doorknob, she discovered the

cautiously,

say something to soothe

like a poised predator, ready to strike

to wait for

into her bag and clutched

Bella whipped out the pepper spray and gave him a strong

"Go to hell!"

cries of pain filled the room as he shielded

dashed into the bathroom

a phone to call the police or find a

juncture, her only option was to trust

to pray with all her heart that

it to the resort and teamed up with

SUVs, each loaded with four robust

it happened, those four men were police

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