My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Bradley’s intense gaze fixed on Esther as he asked in a deep voice, “What did you call me just now?”

Esther felt a sudden surge of nervousness upon hearing his question. “M-Mr. Warner?”

Was that wrong? Should she have addressed him as “Master”? Or maybe, given his age, she should have simply called him “Sir”?

“Figure it out for yourself,” Bradley replied coldly, taking a seat at the dining table.

Esther had prepared a beautifully presented and mouthwatering dinner.

While in prison, Esther had attended various courses to improve her post-release employment prospects. As a woman, she had taken classes in beauty and hairstyling, dessert baking, culinary cuisine, embroidery, and clothing making. Her instructors were experts in their fields.

Maintaining focus and inner peace was relatively easy, with nothing else to do in prison. Esther had even witnessed an inmate become an embroidery master’s apprentice after completing the prison course.

his cutlery toward Esther

he asked her to cook for him in the first place? Regardless, cooking

taking a bite before

on sandwiches and hamburgers prepared by the service staff. Now,

another set of

glanced at the ones she had used and promptly retrieved another set from the kitchen, placing

to leave, Bradley

her hands before her lower abdomen and asked, “Sir, do you have any further

me to peel the shrimp

and stood beside him, peeling the shrimp and

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