My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 

“Then come to bed early,” said Esther. 

Esther had put effort into dressing up, hoping to spend time with Bradley. However, he had to attend to work, leaving her feeling a bit disappointed. Despite her feelings, she chose not to express them. 

Meanwhile, Bradley made his way to the study and opened one of the suitcases. His attention was drawn to Esther’s diary titled “Secret Crush Diary.” Normally, he would respect her privacy and refrain from reading it. But this time, he inexplicably decided to open it. 

On the first page, Esther had written a warning in her elegant handwriting: “This is Esther’s Secret Crush Diary, no peeking.” 

Following the warning, she had sketched a simple yet fierce and cute little girl. 

A faint smile played on Bradley’s lips. Just as he was about to delve into the contents, Esther entered the room carrying a tray. 

Hastily, he concealed the diary behind him and, with forced composure, asked, “What’s this?” 

“I prepared some food for you in case you have to work late into the night. There’s coffee to keep your awake, milk to help you sleep, cake, and some fruits,” replied Esther. 

“Leave the coffee and take the milk away,” Bradley requested, not particularly fond of milk. 

Esther quietly placed the tray on the desk. As she picked up the milk to remove it, she saw a familiar diary hidden behind Bradley.. 

Curiosity getting the best of her, she asked, “What’s this?” 

Bradley’s reaction was exaggerated as he quickly stood up, concealing the diary behind him. He attempted to appear calm and composed. “Nothing!” 

“Oh, dear…” 

Esther hadn’t anticipated Bradley’s sudden movement. Their elbows accidentally bumped into each other, causing the milk in the glass to spill onto her. The white dress she was wearing became soaked, clinging to her skin and revealing the contours of her lingerie underneath, adding to the unexpected situation. 

Bradley’s nose tingled, a warm sensation coursing through it. 

Unaware of the tissues’ whereabouts, Esther improvised by using her sleep dress to wipe away his nosebleed, despite it already being damp. 

“Honey, why are you having a nosebleed?” Esther asked, concerned. 

Alarmed, Bradley couldn’t help but wonder why his heart had been behaving strangely lately, with unexplained palpitations. Now, experiencing a nosebleed when he had always been in good health, he began to worry if he had a terminal illness. 

As Esther hurriedly attended to him, Bradley’s nosebleed eventually subsided. However, Esther’s sleep dress was now completely ruined, its bloodstains stark against the fabric like red plum blossoms in the 

snow. 

“Darling, let’s go to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up!” Esther said, her worry evident. 

Bradley responded coldly, “There’s no need for the trouble.”