Chapter 532

Esther’s heart, once silent and dead, reignited instantly. A torrent of emotions erupted within her, flowing like molten lava.

“Brad!”

Bradley shoved the man aside and seized Esther. He asked her angrily, teeth clenched, “Esther, are you so desperate for a man?

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The soft aroma of peach blossoms reached Bradley’s nose from Esther. His grip on her arm unintentionally tightened.

“No… It’s not like that.” When Bradley appeared out of nowhere, Esther’s resistance faded. The moment she saw him, her stubbornness disappeared.

“Stand up straight.”

Bradley released Esther, and her weakened body slumped.

“Brad, let’s go!”

Bradley roared ferociously, “Shut up!”

When he received the unsettling photo from the man, his long-suppressed anger erupted uncontrollably. Esther belonged to him and only him. He wouldn’t tolerate any other man touching her, even if he didn’t desire her.

Bradley forcefully pushed Esther back onto the bed and violently kicked the man to the ground.

The man’s eyes burned with anger as he held his bleeding head. He snarled at Bradley, “Do you even know who I am, Bradley Warner?”

“I don’t care who you are!” Bradley shouted. “Touch my woman, and you deserve to die!” With that, he grabbed the man’s collar and delivered a devastating punch to his face, as powerful as iron.

Due to his intoxicated state, the man stood no chance against Bradley. In less than a minute, he was left in a pitiful heap.

Bradley asked, “Which hand did he use to touch you?” He seized a wine bottle and forcefully pressed the man’s hand to the ground.

Paralyzed by fear that Bradley might kill the man and end up in prison, Esther stumbled toward him and grabbed his arm. She pleaded, “Brad, you can’t do this!”

“Do you pity him?” Bradley’s voice was a dangerous whisper.

Esther shook her head, tears in her eyes. “No, but if he dies, you’ll go to prison…”

Bradley violently smashed the wine bottle onto the man’s hand, causing the wine to mix with the man’s blood.

Esther held onto Bradley’s collar, her voice desperate. “Brad, you have to run…”

Bradley leaned in and kissed Esther passionately as she gripped his collar tightly, tears streaming down her face.

“Mm… mm…”

In front of him lay a tempting fruit. Tired yet eager, Bradley relished it as if it were a precious and rare treasure.

Summoning her last shred of reason, Esther pushed Bradley away. “No… No… It’s not right!”

Bradley seized Esther’s jaw, pinning her roughly against the wall. His large hand clutched her slender waist, pressing intimately against her. “He can touch you? And I can’t?”

Esther’s beautiful eyes were filled with repressed and agonizing tears. She held Bradley’s hand tightly as she stammered, ” Brad, I’m pregnant!”

Bradley’s expression froze, then twisted into a sneer. “Whose bastard child is it this time?”