Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1323

The door to the private booth was flung open, and they tried to saunter in, only to catch Omar in the middle of a fashion disaster involving someone’s dress

Comelia had her back to them, so they didn’t get a good look at her face, mistaking her for one of the cocktail waitresses from the BlueSky Bar

“Mr. Casson, living it up. I see

“What kind of girl has got you all fired up, Mr Casson?”

The group hooted and hollered, completely oblivious to the storm brewing on Omar’s face

In a flash he whipped off his suit jacket and draped it over Comelia, bellowing at the intruders, “Get out! Just get the hell out of here!

Scared out of their wits, they scattered like roaches, skedaddling out of there

Omar slammed the door shut, his chest heaving with rage

I’ve got people looking into this. Comelia We’ll have answers by tonight. Let me take you home”

She stood silently tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Quickly looking up, she forced them back and turned to face him with a smile.

“Mr Casson, quite the knight in shining armor Money and power sure make a difference. How could I ever have mistaken you for a mere delivery guy? I must’ve been blind

And foolish, she thought, to be duped by a guy pretending to be a delivery boy and to give herself away so naively

feeling as if a thousand knives

opened the door to let some fresh air

take you home

her

Bar, she

it’s not necessary I have to get back to the set

you want to know the truth about what happened to Fitch? I’ve got friends on it too. With the Olsons and the Cassons looking

stepped out

with you to the Casson

stiffened his grip tightening on the

avoiding the Casson family home recently, choosing instead to stay in the room Comelia had

a hurdle she couldn’t overcome, her greatest pain.

Alright

the passenger door for

nelia climbed in

driver’s seat and steered the car towards the Casson

the staff Almost everyone had been sent away by Omar

in the grand living room. Cornelia couldn’t shake off the eene coldness

remained on the couch, watching Omar enter the kitchen, soon

emerged with unevenly chopped fruit, thoughtfully

appetite but

her phone to scroll through

in silence too, both waiting for word from outside