My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel 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.