Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Ophelia stared stubbornly at him. If he dared back out, she might just point a gun at her head to force him in.

"Do I... look good in this white shirt?" Kenneth asked sincerely.

Ophelia raised her eyebrows, a little incredulous at what she just heard.

Ophelia thought, 'What did he just say?' The air in the car turned tense for a moment. It was not a question Kenneth would ask.

"Am I handsome?" asked Kenneth.

With such a charming face, he'd look good even in a burlap sack Seeing the serious look on his face, she suddenly wanted to laugh. His expression suggested that he might be nervous.

She started feeling a little nervous herself.

She gave him a quick kiss on the face. "My husband is the most Handsome, no matter what he wears." She was telling the truth. She had never seen anyone more handsthan Kenneth.

After the kiss, Kenneth felt more relaxed. He was about to open the car door when Ophelia called him back.

"Hold on a second." Feeling slightly anxious, she opened the folder in her hand, checked the documents to make sure everything was there, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Kenneth was just about to step out of the car when Ophelia called out. "Wait, wait a minute." She pulled out a lipstick from her bag and applied it. "Does it look good?" "Haha... my wife is the most beautiful." Aaron in the front seat couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair, one handsome, the other beautiful, no doubt about it." "Let's get inside quickly," they said to each other.

Ophelia took a deep breath, got out of the car, and linked arms with Kenneth as they entered the court house together.

They were the first couple of the day. As soon as they stepped in everyone at the court house was stunned. "Isn't that Kenneth?" No one in the entire Heloria didn't know him What was he doing at court house? He certainly didn't cto blow it up.

Immediately, everyone at court house stood up to greet him, and the person in charge hurried to the front. "M- Mr. Sinclair, is there anything we can do for you here at court house?" Kenneth frowned. "What do you think I'm here for at court house?" The lead official was sweating bullets, taking a moment to react. They hadn't received any news of Kenneth coming, nor did they hear about the Sinclair Group planning a takeover of the court house. Ophelia was just as surprised, not expecting Kenneth' visit to court house to have such an effect.

11 < "Uh...well. I made an appointment to get our marriage certificate yesterday" she said softly.

Only then did the official cto his senses. "Oh, Mr. Sinclair here to get the marriage certificate, right?" "What else? Did you think I cto blow up the court house?" Kenneth said irritably.

As soon as he said that, the lead official started to sweat.

The idea of Kenneth blowing up the court house wasn't too shocking, but coming to get a marriage certificate was unusual.

It was rare for important people like him to cin person to get a marriage certificate.

"Here's our paperwork," Ophelia said as she handed it over.

"Oh...oh, quickly, quickly." The official ordered.

Everyone immediately returned to their stations. They didn't need to fill out the information themselves; the staff printed it out and handed it over. They just needed to sign * Looking at the paper handed over by the staff, Ophelia picked up the pen from the table and signed her nwhere it was required.

Kenneth followed suit by raising his hand, and someone promptly handed him a pen.

"I've said all there is to say. It's too late to regret it now," Kenneth remarked with Looking quite smug, he quickly signed his name.

a hint of pride.

"There is no wedding photo in the files. Do you need to take one now?" asked the staff member. "Yes." Ophelia nodded. Her naturally pure and cute face looked even more attractive with her smile. Mrs. Sinclair was very easygoing.

"Alright, this way please." The staff member led them to the photo area.

Kenneth took off his jacket, and the person in charge immediately reached out to receive it.

They both sat down and without the photographer's prompt, their heads naturally leaned together. Ophelia had a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

Kenneth first glanced down at Ophelia beside him, a deep curve forming on his lips as he casually looked at the camera.

The shutter clicked.

The seal was stamped and two marriage certificates were given to them.

Kenneth opened the marriage certificate, looked at the photo, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Sinclair, the oath table is this way," said the staff member.

In usual times when many people made their registration, the oath ceremony was done as quickly as possible, but when it cto Kenneth, they didn't dare skip any steps.

"Oh right, there's the veil." The organizer remembered everything possible for the occasion.

For young people today, getting a marriage certificate must cwith a sense of occasion.

Ophelia remembered that she had seen other girls wearing veils to get their marriage certificates when she cto the courthouse the first time.

Her gaze stayed on the veil for just two seconds before Kenneth promptly picked it up.

He awkwardly placed the veil on Ophelia's head.

With their marriage certificate in hand, they stood at the vow-taking podium, gazing at the vows on the wall.

Together, they recited. "We willingly join in marriage, and from today onwards, we will Will shoulder theo m responsibilities and duties that marriage bestows upon us, supporting each other and loving one another for life..." As the words faded, Kenneth looked at Ophelia wearing the veil beside him, and at this moment, he truly felt that his sweetheart was marrying him.

It was certainly an odd feeling.

"Happy wedding day, little one," said Kenneth.

He gently held Ophelia's face and leaned in to kiss her lips.

"Happy wedding day, Kenneth," Ophelia replied.

As they walked out of the court house, the golden sunlight glinted off the two certificates in their hands.

Ophelia recalled that others took a photo for their wedding certificates, so she raised her phone, holding the marriage certificates, tilted her head, and snapped a picture with Kenneth beside her. She casually edited a status update. Ophelia: [Kenneth, First impressions may be thrilling, but being with you still makes my heart race. I just want to love you forever.] Kenneth glanced at her post and chuckled softly. "Thrilling at first sight? Can a four-year-old even know what thrill is? Hmm?" "But you're the one who had it all planned out from the start," replied Ophelia.

"Mrs. Sinclair, are you having second thoughts?" "Yes, I am. Regretting it." "It's too late." Kenneth grabbed the marriage certificate from her hand, and on the way back, he kept turning it over and over, inspecting it.

Meanwhile, at the downtown apartment, Chloe stepped out of her la figure in them room and noticed a figure in them kitchen. The dining table was neatly set with three breakfasts, and the breakfast of Wyatt had a smiley face made of ketchup. "How did you get in?" Chloe glanced at the time, surprised she hadn't heard anything. "I made a key while fixing the door." In reality, he had Keith specifically open the door.

"Freshen up and cto eat," Noah said as he set the soup on the table.

The aroma was enticing, still that familiar scent.