Revenge Of The Jilted Bride
Chapter 11
Jilted Bride 11
Chapter 11
After leaving the grand hall. Ophelia slid into the car, but her mind was still lingering on what had just happened. 'So that's why, she thought. It all makes sense now. So that's why Owen, with his cold, profit-driven mindset, has always treated Emily "What's on your mind?" Kenneth's large hand landed on her head, gently turning her face toward him.
"Nothing much, Ophelia smiled innocently, as if she hadn't just unraveled a hidden truth. She reached into a small box beside her and pulled out a neatly verapped dessert, offering it to him. "Want a taste?"
Mark, watching from the front seat, caught a glimpse through the rearview mirror. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone in such high society circles attend a charity event and come back with snacks,
Kenneth glanced at the delicate green matcha mousse in her petite hands and then at her in that forest green gown. Does she have a thing for green? he mused.
Noticing his hesitation, Ophelia added, "It's not that sweet. You might actually like it."
"But you see," Kenneth murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, "I prefer sweet things"
"Hmm" Ophelia raised a brow in surprise. She had never seen Kenneth indulge in anything sugary before, so she naturally assumed he wasn't a fan. Apparently, they had more in common than she thought.
Before she could fully process his words, his hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer. His lips, cool and firm, claimed hers, tasting her as if he were savoring something far sweeter than the dessert she had offered. The scent of strawberries and cream filled the air between them as he ravished her soft lips as if they were alone.
Sitting at the front, Mark, ever the professional, silently raised the partition
In the rear of the car, the tension soared. Kenneth's kisses were always possessive, charged with an intensity that left Ophelia's entire body tingling. It was the kind of kiss that refused to be ignored, that pulled her into the very heat of his desire, until she was left breathless, unable to resist.
Then, just as the cake in her hands slipped, smearing across Kenneth's expensive trousers, the kiss broke.
Ophelia looked down at the ruined dessert with genuine regret, her lips still tingling. But before she could say anything. Kenneth's hand ruffled her hair with a mischievous grin.
"What are you looking at? His voice was a teasing growl "Hmm?"
Her eyes darted to where the cake had landed, and a blush crept up her cheeks. The spot was rather embarrassing. Flustered, she quickly turned her gaze to the window.
The car ride back to Rosewood Manor stretched into the deep hours of the night. At some point, without even realizing it, Ophelia dozed off. She had always loved sleeping, ever since she was a child. Sleeping meant she wouldn't feel hungry or cold. And as long as she felt safe, she could drift off in moments.
shoulder, his eyes softening as he glanced down at her. 'Still sleeps like when she was little,' he thought, an unusual tenderness flickering in
cradle Ophelia's head, careful not to disturb her
Never had he seen Kenneth, who was infamous for his cold, ruthless demeanor, treat
through the curtains, casting a warm, gentle glow across the room. The delicate rays spilled over the bed, creating a soft contrast against the cool, crisp sheets. Ophelia slowly opened her eyes, blinking as the light kissed her skin, and for a brief moment, there was nothing
habit was ingrained in her, a routine she rarely broke. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but then
again, she mused, stretching lazily
her waist, pulling her back like she were
still thick with
place. Her mind raced, wondering. What's Kenneth doing in
soft rhythm of his breathing told her he'd drifted back to sleep. Slowly, she let out a breath of relief and carefully turned around
met her eyes was a
His long lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his tousled hair
my husband after all, so sharing a bed isn't a big deal. right? With that thought, she grew bolder, her gaze tracing the lines of
silence, his lips barely moving. Though his eyes
words startled her.
Ophelia, unflinching, shot back with a
his eyes to meet her gaze. The deep furrow in his forehead from sleeping
lazily, ruffling her hair as if she were a big puppy. Then, as quickly as he'd touched her, he pulled his hand back and shut
blinked, slightly speechless. Five minutes?
led the way, with
and his father Liam, waiting in the hall a long time ago, turned to look at the staircase and exchanged a glance, their minds filled with unsaid questions. The sight of these two coming down together in the morning left little to
is ready," Liam said as he stepped
expression darkened slightly, his voice filled with
"Ah,
face softened, clearly satisfied. He took Ophelia's small hand in his, led her to the dining room,
eyes instinctively flickered toward Ophelia, sitting quietly across from Kenneth. There was a moment of hesitation in
his cup of coffee to his lips with an elegance that came naturally to him. Even in something as mundane as breakfast, his presence commanded the room, like a king presiding over
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