Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 892

Omar was approaching now, still handsome as ever but with a chilly aura.

Cornelia recalled the first night she met him, when he looked all banged up. He told her he was a delivery guy who got into a fistfight with a kid who stole his delivery.

At that moment, she sympathized with him. They were just ordinary people struggling to make ends meet.

“Cornelia, Alma might need some time to accept you, but it’s cool. I’ll get her to.”

His words were full of care for his sister, as though it would be a great stroke of luck for Cornelia to become his wife.

Cornelia found his words laughable. She wanted to slap him, but her hand was still healing. She couldn’t afford to injure it again because of him.

Seeing her silent, Omar mistook it for agreement.

“I won’t hold your kid against you. Just don’t be so impulsive next time.”

As soon as he finished, Cornelia looked up at him.

Omar, who was initially a bit soft–hearted and happy to see her, now clearly saw disgust in her eyes.

Pure hatred.

He took a step back as she said, “Omar, even if all the men in the world die, I wouldn’t be with you. Don’t bother me again, or else.”

“Or else what?” Omar tried to grab her hand, but she violently shook him off.

else I’ll show you that I can sleep with other men just as I

was silent, looking at her determined profile with a sense of fear. Cornelia was really

was different from other women.

man got out of Omar’s

were supposed to go to a bar, but Omar stopped the car when they passed

are you

from Greenfield. He was friends with Omar and just hitched a ride with him that

beautiful woman walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him without

instantly. He was shocked by her kiss. He quickly hugged Cornelia and spun her around, pinning her against the car.

He let go of her immediately, looking pale at Omar, who was

straight from hell,

fell to the ground in terror, crawling a few

you saw it, right? She initiated it and she was seducing

her mouth, but

was well–off too. Though not as rich as the Casson

a gunshot rang out.

hit the man in the head.

would do this. It was just his

to fire a gun

her lashes, and the next second, her chin was grabbed.

the smoking gun at her cheek without hesitation.

giving the gun a kiss, then said with a laugh,

was so angry that his hand

his chest,

hurt her,

the bullet would have hit

grazed his