Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 892

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?” 

Omar was silent, looking at her determined profile with a sense of fear. Cornelia was really capable of doing such a thing. 

He liked her because she was different from other women. 

At that moment, another man got out of Omar’s car. 

They were supposed to go to a bar, but Omar stopped the car when they passed by here. 

“Omar, what are you doing?” 

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

As soon as he got out of the car, a beautiful woman walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him without hesitation. 

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

But the next second, a bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He let go of her immediately, looking pale at Omar, who was just a few steps away. 

Omar’s face was like a demon straight from hell, looking at him with a ghastly expression. 

The man fell to the ground in terror, crawling a few steps back. 

“Omar, you saw it, right? She initiated it and she was seducing me. I couldn’t.” 

Cornelia stood by, wiping the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t say anything. 

She recognized the man begging for mercy. He was a waste of space, only interested in sleeping with female celebrities. His family was well–off too. Though not as rich as the Casson family, since he was with Omar, he was likely a good friend of his. 

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. 

The bullet hit the man in the head. 

Cornelia knew Omar would do this. It was just his nature. 

On this very street, he dared to fire a gun in public. 

She lowered her lashes, and the next second, her chin was grabbed. 

Omar, furious, pointed the smoking gun at her cheek without hesitation. 

She looked at him fearlessly, even giving the gun a kiss, then said with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see, I’m not refusing any man.” 

Omar was so angry that his hand was shaking. 

Cornelia snatched the gun from him, aimed at his chest, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. 

He couldn’t bear to hurt her, but she showed no mercy. 

Had he not dodged quickly, the bullet would have hit his heart. 

Now, it only grazed his shoulder. 

Cornelia looked disappointed. She almost succeeded,