Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Ophelia pushed open the door to the hospital room, instantly drawing everyone's attention. However, when they

saw it was just a young nurse, their gazes quickly shifted away. "Get out!" Kenneth shouted with his eyes still

closed.

Mark frowned and thought, "The nurse looks somewhat familiar

Kenneth was about to lose his temper, but as he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of innocent, doe-like

eyes.

Ophelia pushed a cart to the bedside, positioning it right in front of Patrick. "Didn't you hear? Everyone out. The

patient needs rest."

Patrick clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Kenneth, you better rest up. Wouldn't want to end up like your

short-lived mother..."

Ophelia stumbled, and the syringe in her hand slipped as if it had a mind of its own, stabbing right into Patrick's

only good leg. The room was immediately filled with his screams. "Oh no! I'm so sorry. It slipped." Ophelia

blinked her wide, innocent eyes and quickly pulled the syringe out.

"Do you have a death wish?" Patrick attempted to stand up from his wheelchair to teach Ophelia a lesson, but his

balance wavered, and he almost fell over halfway up.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Ophelia kept apologizing, then casually kicked his wheelchair aside. Patrick collapsed

onto the floor like an overturned turtle, flailing helplessly. "Throw him out," Kenneth ordered without even

opening his eyes.

Several of the senior staff rushed to lift Patrick, but before Patrick could say another word, the bodyguards had

already dragged him out of the room. His voice still echoed in the hallway, filled with anger, "Kenneth, you

bastard. You better stay alive..." Ophelia wanted nothing more than to rush out there and tear his mouth off. She

thought, 'That syringe should've gone straight into the middle of him."

She clenched her fists tightly, her petite frstanding rigid, her shoulders rising and falling with anger like a

furious beast. "Hey, little rebel. What, going through your rebellious phase? Chere." Kenneth beckoned her

with a hoarse voice. Ophelia turned around and saw how weak he looked, her heart tightening as if gripped by a

hand. Beneath her mask, she bit down hard on her lip, her eyes clouding over with mist.

Kenneth, seeing her like this for the first time, felt his throat tighten. He didn't know what to do. Lying there felt

awkward, but sitting up didn't seem right either.

"Kenneth, you..." Ophelia pulled down her mask, revealing her reddened nose, her nose flaring with emotion.

"Chere. Lethold you," Kenneth weakly uttered.

Ophelia

walked over. She wasn't sure where he was injured, so she didn't dare to hold him too tightly.

Mark was stunned. He wondered, 'Mr. Sinclair, aren't we just acting? Why are you getting so into character?'

Seeing Ophelia throw herself into Kenneth's arms, Mark tactfully stepped out, shooing the bodyguards to stand

at least 30 feet away from the door. Chapter 80

Inside the room, Kenneth held Ophelia in his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Kiss me."

Ophelia kissed him on the lips. "Where exactly are you hurt? You look pale as a ghost."

She thought, 'In my last life, | haven't cared enough about him to know he was injured during this time. How

many assassination attempts has he survived? How many people wanted him dead?"

"Why are you in the hospital? And dressed like this?" Kenneth, half-lying down, gently stroked her cheek with his

hand.

"I'm here with Chloe to get Wyatt checked up. You haven't answeredyet. Where are you hurt? If you don't tell

me, I'll check for myself." Ophelia frowned. Without waiting for a response, she lifted the blanket, checked his

legs, and then covered them back up. She wondered, 'Where exactly is the injury?’ Her fingers lightly brushed

against his skin, igniting something inside him.

Kenneth took a deep breath and grabbed her hand.

This made Ophelia even more worried.

Suddenly, Kenneth sat up, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

Ophelia could hardly breathe. "Kenneth...you...you're not... You tricked me."

Kenneth chuckled lowly, giving her no chance to escape, "Darling, I'm innocent, | swear."

Ophélia could hardly resist. She really had no idea why she had chere.

After the act of love, Kenneth held her close, his voice deep and soothing. "I'll be staying in the hospital for a few

more days. Let those old hands in the corporation enjoy their little victory dance for now."

"Okay." Ophelia was exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. She knew she was still in the hospital, but her

whole body/ felt like it had fallen apart. She could still move today, but tomorrow, she'd definitely be sore all

over.

"Next time, cseelike this again, alright?" Kenneth's fingers traced her face, tucking a loose strand of

hair behind her ear. He gave her earlobe a gentle pinch.

"No way." Ophelia sat up out of his embrace and thought, "There is no way | am going to dress up like this again.

| couldn't believe this is how things have turned out. If | have known, | would've left with Chloe. What was | even

worried about? Does he look like he needs my concern?'

Kenneth smiled, "Don't leave just yet. How about checkingover one more time?"

"Sure." A sly smile spread across Ophelia's face as her gaze flicked to the IV bag, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She picked up the IV needle, adjusted the flow rate, and let a few drops of clear liquid drip out. "Tfor your

shot." Kenneth was speechless. "Are you really going to do it?"

"Just glucose." Ophelia expertly applied a piece of medical tape to his hand, looking every bit the professional

nurse.

She had learned to give injections back in the slums when people couldn't afford hospitals. For severe illnesses

that needed. IV drips, they would buy cheap saline from the pharmacy and mix it themselves. That was how

she'd learned, and she had given injections to plenty of elderly folks.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It was Mark. "Miss Spencer, your phone's been ringing quite a few

times."

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