My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 677

Bradley had Esther's delicate neck in a tight grip as she weakly uttered, "I didn't."

Felix was her own flesh and blood. How could she even entertain the thought of using him as leverage against Bradley?

"Esther Quill!" The killing intent in Bradley's deep gaze surrounded Esther like an invisible trap. "You better not! Otherwise..."

When Bradley applied a bit more pressure, Esther felt her neck might snap. She weakly pounded his arm.

Finally, Bradley released her, his gaze icy, while she looked as though she was drowning in despair. "I haven't settled the score for what happened to Felix last time."

As Bradley mentioned Felix's accident, Esther was reminded of the Primus Mansion underground garage. Although some time had passed, the memories made her heart race. "Bradley, aren't you afraid Felix will find out how you treat me?"

Bradley looked down at the powerless Esther, raising an indifferent eyebrow. "What can he do? He's just a child. What harm could he possibly inflict on me?"

Indeed, Felix was just a child. But could Esther watch their father-son relationship sour?

Esther clutched her silk nightgown, tilting her face upward. The soft light accentuated her allure as if she were a beauty begging to be adored. "Bradley, why do you hate me so much?"

Bradley's handsome face remained shrouded in darkness, his true emotions hidden. His lips pressed into a thin line while his eyes on Esther seemed as if they could spew fire any moment. "Don't you know?"