My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)
Chapter 136

Chapter 136

It would turn into an unsightly bruise if the ointment was not applied in time.

"Daddy, I'll go with you," said Felix.

"You should familiarize yourself with your room first," said Bradley.

Bradley's gesture of putting a hand around Esther's slender waist to lead her to the master bedroom was forceful and dominant, leaving no room for refusal.

"Does it hurt?" Bradley's deep gaze carried a hint of apology.

Esther bit her lip and nodded gently. "It does."

Bradley opened the medical kit and found a spray bottle. He looked at Esther's fair neck, then glanced at the instructions on the spray bottle, saying, "It might sting a little after the spray. Bear with it." "Okay."

Bradley sprayed the medicine onto Esther's neck, and a strong herbal scent filled the air.

The misty liquid formed tiny droplets as it was sprayed onto Esther's neck, slowly sliding down onto her blouse.

The pain from the spray was more intense than Esther had expected. She teared up, looking pitiful and delicate. "Does it hurt a lot?" asked Bradley.

Esther's voice quivered with a hint of agony, "It does, darling. It hurts so much."

Bradley looked at Esther, who was acting so coquettishly, and a somewhat absurd thought appeared in his mind.

If she had been able to act this way back when they had just gotten married, would they have become the couple his grandfather had hoped for?

No, they would not have.

Bradley thought that even if he had seen Esther acting cute at that time, he would have only considered her extremely hypocritical.

Now?

Upon learning that Esther was his childhood savior and realizing that she was not the protagonist of the widely circulated video from five years ago, all the hatred Brendan had felt transformed into a deep sense of guilt. This guilt compelled him to willingly cooperate with her in this flawed show.

"Just a bit more," said Bradley.

The instructions said to vigorously rub the area after applying the medicine, allowing it to penetrate the skin.

Bradley supported Esther's head with one hand and vigorously rubbed her neck with the other.

Esther tilted her head, her gaze fixed on Bradley's handsome face. His large hand traced a fiery

path along her neck, igniting a burning sensation.

The pain was unbearable, coursing through her entire body as if she were being scorched. Her nose turned a tender shade of red, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, evoking a deep sense of empathy. "Done." The moment Bradley released his hand, Esther immediately threw herself into his embrace like a wronged child, holding him tightly.

She whimpered in Bradley's arms, "Darling, I feel so happy that everything before my eyes feels like a dream."

Bradley stiffened all over. Mechanically, he reached out and held Esther, saying, "This is not a dream."

Esther emerged from Bradley's embrace with a pitiful and helpless face. She asked fragilely, " Is it true? It's really not a dream?"

"No." Bradley could not bring himself to say anything cruel to her in this state. "Everything is real."

Esther gently brushed away the tears on her face with her dainty fingers and said pitifully, I've always thought this was a dream. I am so afraid that everything I see now will turn into bubbles of nothing when I wake up... Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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