My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)
Chapter 293

Chapter 293

Two hours later, the maids entered the room, carrying delicious freshly prepared dishes. The bedroom was filled with a lingering scent reminiscent of the earlier activities, along with a faint, elusive hint of blood.

At a round table, Bradley sat gracefully, attending to his work. His exceptionally handsome features carried an indescribable sense of elegance and laziness.

The young maids placed the food on the table, their eyes filled with envy and excitement after stealing a glance at Bradley. One of them ventured to ask, "Mr. Warner, do you have any other orders?" Bradley remained aloof, exuding inherent arrogance and pride as he curtly replied, "Leave."

The maids silently exited the room, though one of them couldn't help but feel a surge jealousy upon noticing suggestive marks on Esther's body.

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Sensitive to people's ill intentions, Esther observed the maid's retreating figure with a thoughtful smirk.

The aroma of the food filled the air, making her hungry. She knew Bradley's personality well- he always got what he wanted. If she continued her hunger strike, he would resort to administering nutritional fluids to ensure her physical well-being.

In Bradley's eyes, she was merely a valuable tool for bearing children, with little regard for her thoughts or desires.

"Esther, get up and eat," Bradley commanded.

Esther slowly got up, tied her bathrobe without paying him much attention, and headed to the bathroom. The sound of running water emanated from the bathroom, causing an involuntary twitch in Bradley's temple.

Esther emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later, her hair still dripping wet. She distantly sat on a chair, picking up the food in front of her in silence. With just one bite, she recognized the chef's signature flavor-the same chef who had prepared food for her in Warner Manor in the past.

Tears welled

support her.

up

in her

eyes as she missed Thomas. If he were still alive, he would undoubtedly

"Esther, dry your hair," Bradley instructed.

Esther wore a black silk robe, and the wetness of her hair had dampened it, clinging to her body and accentuating her graceful curves and fair skin.

Bradley's gaze involuntarily fell upon the faint red marks on her neck. He felt uncomfortable, so he looked away, took a deep breath, and walked over to her, forcefully pulling her toward the bathroom mirror. "Dry your hair!" he demanded.

Esther replied coldly, "I won't die."

"Don't push me, Esther," Bradley warned. He pinched her chin, forcing her to face her reflection in the mirror.

Mockingly, he said, "Take a good look at yourself in the mirror and see if you're deserving!"

Esther gazed at her reflection-a woman who had been indulged and pampered. The laziness and contentment in her eyes made her bloom like a flower, especially with the marks on her skin, each one revealing the intimacy she had experienced.

"Mr. Warner, who was it that just couldn't resist earlier?" Esther taunted.

Bradley tightened his grip on Esther's chin, applying slight pressure. Her porcelain-like face instantly flushed, sensing Bradley's anger.

Suddenly, she burst into crazed laughter...

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