My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 927 Time passed, and Bradley tried to move his stiff wrists. He felt thirsty, and his body was getting tight.

"Hey," Bradley called out softly.

Only the echo of his voice lingered in the vast warehouse, reminiscent of the resonance of a mountain peak's bell ringing in the valley.

As time ticked by, Bradley gradually acclimated to the darkness. An anxious feeling crept over him despite observing the warehouse and smelling its medicinal scent.

He glanced at his wristwatch and realized it had been a full four hours since he woke up—four hours without water, food, or conversation.

a rumbling sound echoed in the silent warehouse. It was his hunger pangs. il Bradley's once composed demeanor changed. His

warehouse door creaked

of the wheelchair's wheels

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watched her sweet drama

about it, it didn't affect

that she saw Bradley, however, she

am." Bradley said sarcastically. "You think changing

Are you so foolish, Bradley? "Back then, you were foolish enough not to know who pulled off your grandfather's oxygen supply. Foolish enough to send a woman

when do you plan to keep me here?" "That's up to you, Bradley." Esther stared directly into Bradley's harsh eyes, perplexed at how someone like him existed in the world. Using love as an excuse, he had repeatedly hurt a