Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 10

Chapter 10

Downstairs, Ophelia was busy piling an array of delicate pastries onto her plate with a pair of silver tongs, her attention entirely on the delicious treats in front of her. She didn't notice when she bumped into someone holding a glass of wine. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she murmured, her eyes momentarily flicking upward before returning to the strawberry mille-feuille the had been eyeing. Just as she reached for it, a hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping her mid-motion

"Ophelia What are you doing here? The voice was unmistakable-sharp, full of disdain. She slowly lifted her gaze, only to be met with the piercing stare of Miles, a man who had once been a beacon of hope in her life but later threw her into the darkest depths. "Of all the people here, why him? she thought, her mood souring. The grand hall was packed with people, yet she had to run into the very person she least wanted to see.

Miles sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, "How did you get in here? Following me again, are you? I've told you countless times-Emily is the only one I care about. Honestly, I used to feel sorry for you, but now you just disgust me. Stop clinging to me! Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Ophelia asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

She stared blankly, wondering how she could have ever been in love with this man in her last life. Is he really the same boy who saved me when I was little?' she thought.

"Stop playing hard to get, Miles continued, clearly agitated. "Whatever tricks you're up to, it's not going to work. I will never ever fall for you?

Ophelia's patience snapped. "Thanks. Now, can you get out of the way? You're blocking my dessert," she said coolly, not even. bothering to look at him anymore.

She pushed him aside as if he were nothing more than a minor inconvenience, her voice as cold as the icy glare she spared him. Even if he had been that boy from her past, she had repaid him tenfold in her last life.

Miles stood frozen for a moment, stunned by her indifference. Something was different about her today-there was none of the affection he was used to. Annoyed and confused, he glared at her. "Ophelia, don't tell me you're planning to do something to Emily again. I'm warning you "

Before he could finish his sentence, Ophelia clamped the silver tongs down on his pointing finger and twisted it backward. hard.

"Ow-damn it," he hissed and glared at her, his face twisted in pain as his finger started turning purple.

"Oh, Emily isn't with you?" Ophelia smiled sweetly, though her eyes glinted with sarcasm. "Could it be that you didn't manage to buy any item tonight? Or maybe she's found someone else, seeing how useless you are!'

Her words were like a knife to his pride. Miles, with his need for control and reputation, couldn't stand being talked down to. On the outside, he projected the image of a refined gentleman, but Ophelia knew the truth-he was an arrogant, controlling man who couldn't stand being made a fool of

she casually tossed the tongs back onto the table with disdain, grabbed her plate of pastries, and strolled over

seethed, clenching his fists, his face flushed with anger. His eyes followed her every move as

trying to chat her up. Ophelia didn't even look up, merely focusing on her food with

be the one she looked at like that What annoyed him even more was that despite her

his ad, frustrated. His eyes darted around the room, searching

Chapter 10

his will, Ophelia's parting words echoed in his

hurried over to him. "Mr. Lewis, you need to come quickly. Emily... Emily's been thrown

toward Ophelia, who sat leisurely enjoying her desserts as if the world outside didn't exist. Without another word, he stormed off toward the hotel entrance,

snapping pictures from a distance. Curious whispers floated through the air as onlookers speculated about the soaked

view.

scream, and when I looked over, she was

much to drink and fell in?"

as a few guests chuckled under their

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but all wore

the shallow water, completely drenched. Though the fountain wasn't deep, she was soaked from head to toe, miserably trying to cover herself-one hand shielding her face and the other desperately clinging to her

to stand, her sodden gown caught under her feet, sending her

the crowd, Miles stormed forward, lifting Emily out of the fountain without

he carried her back into his hotel suite, quickly ordering someone to track down the photographers and get the

his voice a

a plush towel around Emily, who was now shivering and red-eyed, her tears mixing with the water still dripping from her hair. She looked utterly humiliated, her

had just occurred. She had snuck into Kenneth's suite and had barely exchanged a few words with him when, without so much as glancing her way, he'd ordered his

around, Emily ends up being humiliated or hurt. The thought of Ophelia's composed, unbothered expression earlier only confirmed his suspicions. "Stay here. I'll go deal with her," Miles growled, venom

the ballroom. If someone said something and he found out what had really happened, the consequences wouldn't be in