Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1323

The door to the private booth was flung open, and they tried to saunter in, only to catch Omar in the middle of a fashion disaster involving someone's dress.

Cornelia had her back to them, so they didn't get a good look at her face, mistaking her for one of the cocktail waitresses from the BlueSky Bar.

"Mr. Casson, living it up, I see."

"What kind of girl has got you all fired up, Mr. Casson?"

The group hooted and hollered, completely oblivious to the storm brewing on Omar's face.

In a flash, he whipped off his suit jacket and draped it over Cornelia, bellowing at the intruders, "Get out! Just get the hell out of here!"

Scared out of their wits, they scattered like roaches, skedaddling out of there.

Omar slammed the door shut, his chest heaving with rage.

"I've got people looking into this, Cornelia. We'll have answers by tonight. Let me take you home."

She stood silently, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Quickly looking up, she forced them back and turned to face him with a smile.

"Mr. Casson, quite the knight in shining armor. Money and power sure make a difference. How could I ever have mistaken you for a mere delivery guy? I must've been blind."

And foolish, she thought, to be duped by a guy pretending to be a delivery boy and to give herself away so naively.

Omar stood at the door, feeling as if a thousand knives had just pierced his heart.

He opened the door to let some fresh air in, to keep the booth from feeling suffocating.

"I'll take you home."

Cornelia followed him quietly, her lashes cast down.

When they reached the outside of BlueSky Bar, she headed to her own car.

"Mr. Casson, it's not necessary. I have to get back to the set tonight."

Omar felt a pang of emptiness and quickly said, "Don't you want to know the truth about what happened to Fitch? I've got friends on it too. With the Olsons and the Cassons looking into it, we'll have answers by dawn."

Cornelia considered it and then stepped out of her car.

"Then I'll go with you to the Casson residence. I'll wait for the results there."

Omar stiffened, his grip tightening on the car door.

He'd been avoiding the Casson family home recently, choosing instead to stay in the room Cornelia had shared with her parents.

But he couldn't confess that. Her parents were a hurdle she couldn't overcome, her greatest pain.