Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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.

rested it on his shoulder, his eyes softening as he glanced down at her. 'Still sleeps like when she was

first. As if on instinct, he reached out to cradle Ophelia's head, careful not to disturb her sleep.

stunned. Never had he seen Kenneth, who was infamous for his cold, ruthless demeanor, treat someone with such care. It seems Miss

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

her a moment to remember where she was, but then

again, she mused, stretching

Ophelia was about to get out of bed, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her back like she were some sort of pillow. The

still thick with

place. Her mind raced, wondering. What's Kenneth

her he'd drifted back to sleep. Slowly,

eyes was a

his tousled hair caught the light, turning golden in the morning sun.

a bed isn't a big deal.

you seen enough?" Kenneth's voice broke the silence, his lips barely moving. Though his eyes remained

words startled her.

back

his eyes to meet her gaze. The deep furrow in his forehead from sleeping too hard was still there, and

out lazily, ruffling her hair as if she were a big puppy. Then, as quickly as he'd touched her, he pulled his

stare," he

speechless. Five minutes?

they both freshened up, they headed downstairs together. Kenneth led the way, with Ophelia following close behind. both descending

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

ready," Liam said

filled with displeasure. "What

corrected himself, "Ah, I

led her to the dining room, and sat

worker, prepared to give Kenneth his morning report when his eyes instinctively flickered toward Ophelia, sitting quietly across from Kenneth. There was a moment of hesitation in his eyes, but before he could decide whether

elegance that came naturally to him. Even in something as