My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

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."

Esther glanced at the ones she had used and promptly retrieved another set from the kitchen, placing

them in front of Bradley.

As she turned to leave, Bradley stopped her. "Wait."

Esther folded her hands before her lower abdomen and asked, "Sir, do you have any further

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"Do you expect me to peel the shrimp myself?"

Esther feigned an elegant smile and stood beside him, peeling the shrimp and arranging them on a

plate.

"This dish is overly salty.

"This one is too spicy."

After setting down his utensils and wiping his lips with a napkin, Esther remarked, "Alright, I

understand, sir."

Bradley's gaze shifted to Esther, his tone icy as he stated, "If you serve as a maid effectively, I may

reward you by allowing you to see Felix."

"Really?" Esther couldn't believe her ears.

Bradley remained cool. "I'm not like you. I keep my promises."

Esther clenched her fists, silently cursing him in her heart. Could she truly trust him? He had deceived

her repeatedly and subjected her to endless torment.

Bradley could tell from Esther's expression that she doubted his words. A cold, mocking smile flickered

in his deep eyes. "Esther, you have no other options."