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 to was probably

all this, Kenneth murmured, ruffling her hair before pulling her into his

me now. Her attempt to comfort him was awkward, and as

the snow. Back then, he

"I'll give you one more chance. and think

peck. She then locked eyes with him and said,

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

next thing Ophelia knew was that she was scooped up effortlessly

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

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this time was completely different. His kisses came crashing down on her and overwhelmed her. In the soft and warm 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

and she collapsed onto the fluffy white carpet. For a split second. Ophelia thought she'd been

food. He took one look at her, who clenched her fists and glared at him like she was ready to take him down

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

to know that was the chance he was talking about? And he sounds a little hurt!! Who on earth is supposed to feel hurt

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

easier next time, alright?" Kenneth brushed her hair back. his voice filled with gentle

no woman could resist him. Ophelia never knew he could be so tender. This version of Kenneth was already much gentler with her than the one in her last

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

need to go to the bathroom," Ophelia

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

voice was low, right

quickly wriggled free.