We are not getting remarried show yourself out (Elisa and Gareth) novel Chapter 1841

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!"

Bella sensed something was seriously wrong and bolted toward the exit.

Yet, when she grabbed the doorknob, she discovered the door had been locked outside.

Muttering a curse, Bella turned back cautiously, masking her fear from Luke's vigilant gaze.

She tried to say something to soothe the situation, but it was futile.

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

But Bella wasn't about to wait for him to make a move.

Her hand sneaked into her bag and clutched the pepper spray with determination.

When Luke lunged at her, Bella whipped out the pepper spray and gave him a strong dose.

"Go to hell!"

With Elisa at the helm, the group moved confidently into the elevator, the energy palpable.

By now, Luke had cooled down, though his eyes remained bloodshot, giving him an even more menacing look.

He rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and his fury was apparent this time.

Luke surveyed the room, picked up a chair, and proceeded toward the bathroom.

Bella caught the sound of the chair scraping and glimpsed a figure outside the bathroom door.

Her heart raced, feeling as though it might burst from her chest any second.

'Thud, thud, thud...'

Bella's ears were filled with nothing but the faint rhythm of her own heartbeat.

Outside, there was still no movement—just the eerie calm preceding the storm.