Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

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.

“Or else I’ll show you that I can sleep with other men just as I did with you. After all, I’m not pure anymore, right?”

silent, looking at her determined profile with a sense of

her because she was different from other women.

got

but Omar

what are you

man was just a regular rich kid from Greenfield. He was friends with Omar and just hitched a ride with him

as he got out of the car, a beautiful woman walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck,

pupils dilated instantly. He was shocked by her kiss. He quickly hugged Cornelia and spun her around, pinning her

a bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He let go of her

demon straight from hell, looking

in

it, right? She initiated it and she

her

well–off too. Though not

gunshot rang

bullet hit the man in the head.

would do this. It was just his nature.

this very street, he dared to fire

lowered her lashes, and the next second, her chin was

smoking gun at her cheek

with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see, I’m not refusing any man.”

that his hand was shaking.

from him, aimed at his chest, and pulled the trigger

to hurt her, but she showed no mercy.

the bullet would have hit his