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.

other men just

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

because she was different from other

man got

Omar stopped the car when

what are

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

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

was shocked by her kiss. He quickly hugged Cornelia and spun

shoulder. He let go of her immediately, looking pale at Omar,

face was like a demon straight from hell, looking at him with a ghastly

the ground in terror, crawling a few steps

right? She initiated it

stood by, wiping the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t

recognized the man begging for mercy. He was a waste of space, only interested in sleeping with female celebrities. His family was well–off too. Though not as rich as the Casson

gunshot rang

man in the head.

would do this.

to fire a gun in public.

the next second, her chin was grabbed.

pointed the smoking gun at her cheek without

with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see,

so angry that his hand was shaking.

gun from him, aimed at his

hurt her, but

not dodged quickly, the bullet

grazed his