Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 21

Chapter 21

Kenneth paused for a moment and then added. "From now on, I'll spend every weekend with you."

Ophelia found this a bit strange but was still quite happy about it. After all, Kenneth didn't come home often, and they'd never really gotten to know each other. Kenneth kept his eyes fixed on her and studied every little shift in her expression. She could be overly composed at times, wa too mature for someone at her age.

It was like nothing could truly excite her. He loved the way she opened up to him and let her guard down last night. It made his heart ache, but it also felt genuine. He wished she could always be his little girl, carefree, vulnerable, and maybe even a little spoiled. "I have to admit you're way cuter when you're drunk." Kenneth said with a smirk before taking a sip of his coffee.

Ophelia wondered, 'Drunk? He means me? Please, I only had four beers last night. I could have another four and still be fine!

"So, you're letting me drink now? How about I crack open another four tonight?" Ophelia quipped with a wink.

Kenneth replied with a soft chuckle, "As long as it makes you happy. But remember, you can drink when I'm around. Got it!" He wanted her most unguarded self to be something only he could see.

Ophelia nodded but couldn't help thinking, "Didn't you threaten to break my legs if I drank again? Hmph, what a changeable man."

The weekend was the first time Ophelia had spent so much time with Kenneth in one go, and she honestly had no idea what to do. Rosewood Manor had plenty of things to keep them entertained, but they ended up lounging on the sofa instead. Kenneth worked on his business, while Ophelia sat beside him to watch trashy soap operas. Occasionally, she'd text Chloe a few lines.

Outside, the roses swayed gently in the wind, showering the garden with pink petals every now and then.

"My mother loved roses," Kenneth suddenly said, breaking the silence. It was the first time he'd ever mentioned her. Ophelia listened carefully and didn't interrupt him..

"Roses symbolize longing and love. Who do you think she was longing for?" His long and slender fingers gently ran through her hair as he murmured, "Definitely not that ungrateful man, right?"

respond. She had heard some gossip about Kenneth in her last life. The "ungrateful man he was referring

have to hear all this, Kenneth

said, "Hey, you have me now. Her attempt to comfort him was

tightened his hold on her, just like he did all those years ago when he found her curled up in the snow. Back then, he held her close to keep her warm. He had fought so

in the faint milky scent of her hair. "I'll give you one more chance. and think it over. If you ever leave me, I can't promise what

on the lips, just a quick peck. She then locked eyes with

with a kiss, his eyes deepening with desire. "Remember what you said. I gave you a

next thing Ophelia knew was that she was scooped up effortlessly and was carried

a loud bang. The room filled with the sound of their heavy

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her. In the soft and warm glow of the lamp, all she could see in his eyes was herself The next

the floor and she collapsed onto the fluffy white carpet. For a split second. Ophelia thought she'd been paralyzed-her legs couldn't even support her. That

fists and glared at him

to scoop her up and carried her to the couch. He sat down and placed her gently on his lap. "I gave you a chance last night." he said while staring

grumbled in her heart. What the hell? How was I supposed to know that was the chance he was talking about? And he sounds a little

him, all pitiful and innocent. There was a slight mist in her gaze, making

brushed her hair back. his voice filled with gentle affection, his

be so tender.

said while picking up a bowl of porridge. He carefully scooped some up and blew on it before holding the

me down. I need to

even protest again, Kenneth set the bowl down, scooped her up again,

voice was low, right by her ear, sending a

She quickly wriggled free. finally feeling her