Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1141

But he never anticipated that the casual observation he started with would soon turn into a growing fascination. By the time he realized he was too close to Cornelia, his hips had already made the first move before his mind could catch up.

Cornelia was surprised for a moment. Then she blushed and closed her eyes, not showing any signs of rejection.

On their first night together, Omar had to prepare himself mentally. He kept telling himself that he didn’t need to take responsibility for her. After all, a woman living under these circumstances must have slept with countless men just to survive.

But the moment he entered her, she cried out in pain.

Omar froze, looking at her in disbelief

The first words she uttered were, “Omar, you’ll marry me someday, right?”

Of course, he wouldn’t marry her. He frequented her house mostly to have some fun, to vent out his dark emotions, and to see how this family struggled

to survive.

How could he possibly marry her? Yet, her eyes bore the same stubbornness as they did when her fingers were brutally mutilated.

He remained silent. She clung onto his neck.

“Say something. Will you marry me?”

“Cornelia, I’m broke.”

he continued to

love. We can deliver pizzas together. As long as we work hard, we can

had seen a lot of filth in human nature in the city of

their life, but a woman could

didn’t feel moved, rather

taken for granted. Their expectations from

all they wanted. But love could be

will marry you”

promise, she instantly cheered up and started insisting that she wasn’t in pain anymore.

bed. He used to look down on women, but

didn’t have any other women. He thought he was just addicted to the physical intimacy between men and women.

and hope. It was as if she could save a man who

too pure, unlike him, his hands were drenched in

disdain turned into a slight stirring of emotion. Her love gave him a lot of confidence, making him believe he could trample on this relationship as he pleased.

and innocent Cornelia was already killed by

was killed

on her neck. He asked what could a singer possibly give her, but what had he

a pizza delivery guy, so he could only give her a few hundred

cheap. After all, Alma’s monthly allowance was in the hundreds of

intending to take her into the

She was still in her loose pajamas, which could easily

off his suit jacket and wrapped

with me

looked at the dark sky and chuckled.