Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 111

Chapter 111

As Ophelia stepped into the villa, Lisa rushed out of the kitchen flustered. "Miss Spencer, you're finally back.

Where have

you

been these past two days? Mr. Sinclair waited for you all day yesterday, then left early this morning and came

back in the afternoon. He hasn't left his room since. He tried calling you but your phone was off. I've been

worried sick." Ophelia thought, "My phone has died' She glanced upstairs. 'Didn't Kenneth say he'd be busy

lately?

Lisa added, "Mr. Sinclair must be upset. He didn't even have dinner."

Ophelia said, "I see. I'll go check on him." She quickly ran upstairs, carefully pushing the door open. The room

was dark, with only a faint glow from the outside seeping in

Kenneth stood with his back to her, posture stiff. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, one hand

dangling a wine glass, the other tucked in his pocket.

"Why didn't you turn on the light? Should I?" Ophelia hesitated, reaching for the switch, but when Kenneth didn't

respond she withdrew her hand.

Ophelia hurriedly took off her bloodstained coat but then paused, feeling it was pointless. Kenneth's men

must've already told him what happened. "Kenneth, have you eaten yet? Let's go downstairs and have dinner

Still, Kenneth didn't speak, standing there like a statue.

Ophelia said, "Kenneth, if you're angry, just be angry. Punishhowever you want, but we can't continue this

silent treatment."

Kenneth sneered, his shoulders twitching slightly. He drained his wine glass, then turned to face Ophelia. "Quite

impressive, huh? What was it? Beauty saves the hero. Your skills are remarkable. Even your driving is top-notch.

And that shooting stance-pretty spot on. Every word out of Kenneth's mouth was technically praise, but his tone

made them feel like sharp barbs.

Kenneth clearly knew Ophelia had used a gun to save Eric. He must have reviewed all the footage from the dock.

Judging by Kenneth's fury, a simple kiss would not have calmed tm down this time.

The pressure in the room was suffocating, making it hard for Ophelia to breathe. It reminded her of the last life

when Kenneth found out she had feelings for Miles. He had looked at her the sway back then. Only now, it

seemed even more terrifying Ophelia held Kenneth's gaze for a few seconds. Then, her knees gave way, and she

collapsed to the floor with a thud. "My traitorous legs, she thought.

Ophelia noticed a flicker of something in Kenneth's eyes, so she quickly lowered her head, grabbed a nearby

floor lamp, and held it up with both hands like an offering. "Honey, please, just hit me. It's my fault. | admit | was

wrong. Her tone was soft and pitiful. Kenneth thought, ‘Admit she was wrong? Did she really believe that would

earn my forgiveness?’ He narrowed his eyes, his chest heaving with anger, but seeing Ophelia so helplessly

pitiful extinguished at least half his rage.

But then Kenneth thought, Two days of silent fury, and she hadn't even bothered to check on me. Now she

thought one little "honey would fix everything? Not a chance.

Kenneth said, "You ditched your protection team, went off on your own, and saved someone who was trying to

kill your husband? Very impressive."

Ophelia lowered the lamp, feeling wronged. She didn't intentionally ditch Caleb and the others. She had only

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boldly because she knew they were there to protect her.

Ophelia opened her mouth to explain but decided against it. With Kenneth's temper, Caleb and the team would

definitely pay the price if she said anything. "Kenneth, my hand hurts..."

"Stop pretending The sound of Kenneth setting down his wine glass was heavy and cold. He walked past Ophelia

without glancing at her as if she were invisible.

The next moment, Kenneth found himself unable to lift his food

"Babe, | was wrong. | swear it won't happen again. Please don't be mad anymore... Ophelia wrapped her arms

around Kenneth's leg, her wide eyes shining in the darkness, her long lashes fluttering as she nuzzled her head

against his thigh like a clingy kitten. "Ophelia Sinclair... Kenneth ground out her nthrough clenched teeth,

fury burning in his chest at the thought of Ophelia risking her life in a hail of bullets to save another man. He

thought, 'If it hadn't been my own men that day, she'd have lost her life. She wouldn't have the chance to act

like this now. "Let go." The words cout like they were forced through Kenneth's teeth.

Ophelia immediately released her grip, sitting on the floor. "Babe, look how sincere I'm being. Can you at least

givea chance?" She knew she was in the wrong, and it was only natural for him to be angry. "Kenneth, my

legs hurt. Could you carryup?" Ophelia's voice was soft, like a kitten still nursing.

It was

a clear act of playing the victim. Even though Kenneth knew exactly what Ophelia was doing, he couldn't help

but soften. He scooped her up from the floor, placed her on the sofa and turned on the light. Ophelia squinted,

adjusting to the sudden brightness.

"Your legs hurt?" Kenneth's voice was sharp with sarcasm.

Ophelia nodded eagerly.

Kenneth crouched down to inspect Ophelia's legs. "Let's just amputate them. That way, they won't hurt

anymore."

Ophelia swallowed hard. "Would you really do that?" She wrapped her arms around Kenneth's neck, whispering

in his ear, | lose my legs, | won't be able to kneel anymore."

Kenneth was utterly defeated by Ophelia. He glared at her, but to Ophelia, it was clear he was no longer mad.

"Not angry anymore, right? Then let's go eat dinner. I'm starving," she said, getting up and heading for the door.

Before she could take a step out, Kenneth grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back into his arms.

Ophelia barely had tto turn her head before Kenneth held her tight. His gaze was still fierce, but the edge

had softened. Soft kisses rained down on her, carrying the strong taste of red wine.

When Ophelia woke up the next morning, she felt like her back as about to fall apart. The warm sun was already

shining high outside, clearly nearing noon.

The other side of the bed had long since lost its warmth. It was apparent Kenneth had been up for quite a while.

Ophelia plugged in her phone and powered it on. She was immediately greeted by a string of missed calls from

unfamiliar

numbers

Chloe sent two messages informing Ophelia that Eric had not been seen near the hospital. (Elia, people have

their own fates. Don't waste your energy on this.]

2/3

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Ophelia texted: [Mhm, got it] Just as she was about to hit send another call from an unknown number popped up

on her screen. She was busy typing, and she accidentally answered it. "Elia, it's me." Heather's voice cfrom

the other end. Ophelia was about to hang up when Heather quickly added, "Elia, wait, don't hang up. |