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.

can sleep with other men just as I did with you. After all, I’m not pure

of fear. Cornelia

she was different from other women.

got out of Omar’s car.

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

are

a regular rich kid from Greenfield. He was friends with Omar and just hitched a ride

car, a beautiful woman walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and

shocked by her kiss. He quickly hugged Cornelia and spun her around, pinning

the next second, a bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He let go of her immediately,

face was like a demon straight from hell, looking

to the ground in terror, crawling a few steps back.

initiated it

her mouth, but she didn’t say anything.

family was well–off too.

a gunshot rang out.

bullet hit the man

this. It was just his nature.

this very street, he dared to fire a gun

the next

smoking gun at her cheek without

kiss, then said with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You

that his hand

the gun from him, aimed at his chest, and pulled the trigger without

bear to hurt her,

not dodged quickly, the bullet

it only grazed