My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley)

Chapter 514

After ending the call with Esther, Xara looked at Steffan’s medical records. She could not fathom how

the once energetic Steffan had become the way he was now. Could it be that a certain thing had

deteriorated after being unused for a long time? Xara couldn’t help but smile ironically at the thought. It

seemed highly improbable.

Many women wished to be with Steffan. Who wouldn’t want to reach the top? Perhaps it was these

women who had, in their pursuit of securing their future, contributed to Steffan’s present condition.

With a deep breath, Xara steeled herself. Even if it was for Jacob’s sake, she needed to set aside her

pride and ask Steffan to have another child with her.

After a quick shower, Xara changed into feminine lingerie and donned a floral tea dress. She checked

her appearance in the mirror, applied a touch of perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, and took

another deep breath.

Holding a bowl of soup, she gently rapped on the door to Steffan’s study.

Xara’s heart pounded in rhythm with her knocks.

“Come in.” Steffan’s voice came from within.

Xara entered the study, carrying the bowl of soup. The room was filled with a rich floral fragrance.

“Do you need something?” Steffan asked coldly.

Xara took a step closer and placed the bowl of soup before Steffan.

“Esther just called me. She mentioned knowing a highly skilled holistic medicine practitioner. She asked

if we would be willing to take Jacob to see her. Whether it works or not, it might buy us some time…” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Xara’s gaze involuntarily shifted toward Steffan’s furrowed brow.

“Also, I know a doctor specializing in men’s health issues, and you…”

Steffan placed his pen on the desk and glanced at the soup in the bowl. He scoffed. “Xara, are you

getting impatient? A tonic soup? Seeking medical assistance? Are you about to propose in vitro

fertilization?”

Upon hearing that it was tonic soup, Xara’s eyes widened in shock.

“Steffan, are you crazy? This soup is from the kitchen. How would I know what soup it is?”

Steffan leaned back slightly and pushed the bowl of soup. “Come here.”

Xara asked warily, “What for?”

“I’ll feed you the soup.”

Xara’s hard-gathered courage dissipated in an instant.

“You’re… crazy…”

Xara turned to leave, but Steffan grabbed her delicate wrist and pressed her against the cold desk.

“Steffan, what are you doing?”

Steffan advanced on her, his steel grip on Xara’s chin. His cold lips dominantly pressed onto Xara’s

cherry lips.