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.

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

of fear. Cornelia was

was different from

that moment, another man got out of Omar’s

were supposed to go to a bar, but Omar

are

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

up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him

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

second, a bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He let go of her immediately, looking pale at Omar, who was just a few steps

was like a demon straight from hell, looking

the ground in terror, crawling

saw it, right? She initiated it and she was

by, wiping the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t say anything.

with female celebrities. His family was well–off too. Though not as rich as the Casson family, since he was with

gunshot

the man in the

Omar would do this.

street, he dared to fire a gun

next second, her

the smoking gun

fearlessly, even giving the gun a kiss, then said with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see, I’m not refusing any

angry that his hand was shaking.

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

bear to hurt her, but

he not dodged quickly, the bullet would have hit his

only grazed his