My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 189

Outside the bar, two men stumbled toward the roadside, their arms slung around each other’s shoulders like drunken comrades braving a stormy sea.

After several rounds of beer, their stomachs felt like overinflated balloons.

With the restroom queue stretching longer than their patience, they dashed outside, finding solace in the shadow of an old oak tree.

In Foxfire County, a small town where gossip traveled faster than good sense, this sort of behavior wasn’t unusual after a night of heavy drinking.

The shorter man had just zipped up when his eyes landed on a figure in the distance.

He froze, his hand lingering at his waistband, and jabbed his companion with an elbow.

“Hey, check her out! Ain’t she somethin’?”

The taller man, his speech already slow from the booze, started to brush it off.

“In the middle of the night? You’re seeing things again…” But his voice trailed off as his gaze followed.

His eyes widened.

“Damn! She’s a real head-turner.

When did Foxfire start hosting models?”

Elizabeth stood under the hazy glow of a streetlamp, her silhouette effortlessly captivating.

Her long legs seemed to stretch into infinity, and her sharp features gained an almost ethereal quality under the dim, flickering light—equal parts mystery and magnetism.

The two men, barely able to believe their luck, hastily adjusted their clothing and sauntered toward her, their grins dripping with ill intent.

“Evenin’, gorgeous,” one slurred, his tone as oily as his grin.

“Ain’t it a little lonely to be wanderin’ out here all by yourself? How about we buy you a drink? Anything you want, sweetheart, it’s on us.”

Elizabeth, catching the unmistakable glint in their eyes, acted as if she hadn’t heard a word.

She turned on her heel and walked briskly.

She didn’t get far before the pair, propelled by liquid courage and lechery, caught up to her.

They stepped in front of her, cutting off her path.