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

at the door feeling as if a

fresh air in to keep the booth

you

her lashes

reached the outside of BlueSky Bar, she

I have to get back to the

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

stepped out of her car

go with you to the Casson residence I’ll wait for the

stiffened his grip tightening on the

choosing instead to

he couldn’t confess that. Her parents were a hurdle

Alright

opened the passenger door for her

nelia climbed in

and steered the car towards the Casson family mansion.

Almost everyone had been sent away by

couldn’t shake off the eene coldness that seemed to

remained on the couch, watching Omar enter the kitchen, soon followed by the sound of

unevenly chopped fruit, thoughtfully placing

appetite but politely

her phone to scroll

silence too, both waiting for word from