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

grabbed the doorknob, she

turned back cautiously, masking her fear from Luke's

to soothe the

at her like a poised predator, ready

about to wait for him to make a

sneaked into her bag and

her, Bella whipped out the pepper spray and gave

"Go to hell!"

the room as he shielded

Bella dashed into the bathroom and quickly secured

she wished for was a phone to call the

her only option was to trust Elisa's

was to pray with all

Elisa had already made it to the

SUVs, each loaded with four robust and

four men were

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