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?"

know how to respond. She had heard some gossip about Kenneth in her last life. The

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

to

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

of her hair. "I'll give you one more chance. and think it

She then locked eyes with him and said, "Kenneth, listen, I'll never leave

gripped her head and muffled her words with a kiss, his eyes deepening with desire. "Remember what you said.

Ophelia knew was that she was scooped up effortlessly

a loud bang.

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life, the sensation 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 might've felt different, but

yet her feet barely touched 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 bastard... This is totally a disaster to me, she complained

took one look at her, who clenched her fists and glared at him like she was ready to take him down with her. "Regret it, huh? Sorry,

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 her

the hell? How was I supposed to know that was the chance he was talking about? And he sounds a little hurt!! Who on

him, all pitiful and innocent. There was a slight mist

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

Kenneth being this gentle, no woman could resist him. Ophelia never knew he could be so

up a bowl of porridge. He carefully

me down. I need to

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

my help with anything?" His voice was low, right

wriggled free. finally feeling