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?"

heard some gossip about Kenneth in her last

hear all this, Kenneth murmured,

me now. Her attempt to comfort him was awkward, and as soon as the words left her mouth, her heart started

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 hard to find her, and he definitely wouldn't lose her

her on the top of her head and breathed in the faint milky scent of her hair. "I'll give

head and kissed him on the lips, just a quick peck. She then locked eyes with him and said, "Kenneth, listen,

"Remember what you said. I gave you a chance," he said with a smirk

Ophelia knew was that she was scooped up effortlessly and

loud bang. The room filled

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glow of the lamp, all she could see in his eyes was herself The next morning. Ophelia groaned as she sat up in bed, her lower back aching. She thought to herself. Yeah, the experience might've felt different, but his skills

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 bastard... This is totally a disaster to

her fists and glared at him like she

over to her. He then bent down 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 into

How was I supposed to know that was the chance he was talking about? And he sounds a little

pitiful and innocent. There was a slight mist in her gaze, making her look so soft and vulnerable that it rugged at

hair

could resist him. Ophelia never knew he could be so tender. This version of Kenneth was already much gentler with her than the one

bowl of porridge. He carefully scooped

down. I need to go to

could even protest again, Kenneth set the bowl down, scooped her up again, and headed. straight for

low, right by

free. finally feeling her