My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 694

Bradley's intense gaze fixed on Esther as he asked in a deep voice, "What did you call me just now?"

Esther felt a sudden surge of nervousness upon hearing his question. "M-Mr. Warner?"

Was that wrong? Should she have addressed him as "Master"? Or maybe, given his age, she should have simply called him "Sir"?

"Figure it out for yourself," Bradley replied coldly, taking a seat at the dining table.

Esther had prepared a beautifully presented and mouthwatering dinner.

While in prison, Esther had attended various courses to improve her post-release employment prospects. As a woman, she had taken classes in beauty and hairstyling, dessert baking, culinary cuisine, embroidery, and clothing making. Her instructors were experts in their fields.

Maintaining focus and inner peace was relatively easy, with nothing else to do in prison. Esther had even witnessed an inmate become an embroidery master's apprentice after completing the prison course.

Bradley pushed his cutlery toward Esther and instructed, "Taste each dish."

Esther was momentarily speechless. If Bradley was afraid of her poisoning him, why had he asked her to cook for him in the first place? Regardless, cooking was a welcome change from being confined in a crystal coffin.

"Alright," Esther replied without hesitation, taking a bite before Bradley. "See? No poison."

Previously, while imprisoned in the crystal coffin, Esther had survived on sandwiches and hamburgers prepared by the service staff. Now, enjoying a hot meal felt like a surreal experience.

"Fetch another set of utensils."