Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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"So what?" Kenneth's tone was cocky, that crease above his eyes giving him an almost devilish charm. At the same time, his hand settled on her waist.

"No, Kenneth..." Ophelia started to protest.

"Is this how you think of me? Hm?" He asked in a teasing tone. As he spoke, Ophelia felt the warmth of his hand massaging her waist, and she breathed a sigh of relief, her tense waist slowly relaxing. "Here?" he asked.

She replied, "A little more to the right."

'She really takes me as her massager, huh?' Kenneth thought.

Ophelia didn't have any idea of refusing his massage. Her back really did hurt, after all, His touch was gentle, the heat from his palm soothing as it worked into her muscles.

She completely relaxed when she heard hurried footsteps on the staircase, followed by the hushed whispers of a few girls outside the office door. Who could blame them for being curious? Kenneth's whole vibe, combined with that mysterious outfit, made him impossible to ignore.

Thinking if they went home, he wouldn't let her off easily, Ophelia grabbed his hand and suggested, "How about we... you know... go on a date instead?"

Kenneth narrowed his eyes and echoed, "Date?"

"Yup, like couples on TV-holding hands, walking down the street, and something like that."

"Your waist's not hurting now?" he asked, raising a brow.

"I think with about a week of rest, I'll be fine," Ophelia said seriously, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Kenneth usually hated being manipulated or lied to, but with her, he couldn't even muster an ounce of anger. It was frustrating and endearing at the same time. Staring into her wide, innocent eyes, Kenneth let out a sigh and closed his eyes briefly. "Fine." Ophelia was just about to slide off his lap when he suddenly pinned her against the desk. Before she could react, Kenneth removed his mask and pressed his lips against hers, capturing her in a soft but firm kiss.

that moment, the frosted glass door to the

Kenneth away, her face instantly turning a

looked away while covering Wyatt's eyes for good measure. She hadn't expected anyone to be in the studio on a weekend; normally, Ophelia stayed home on her days off.

you

not sick," Ophelia stammered. She bitterly

the one who's

to disappear into the floor as she looked at Chloe, her expression a mix of shyness and panic she'd never shown before. She stammered to introduce, "This... This is

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had already put his mask back on and was composed, clearly wasn't too pleased with the word

explains it." No wonder Ophelia had seemed different lately. "Glad

simply took Ophelia's hand and started heading downstairs. Ophelia waved awkwardly at Wyatt, only for Kenneth to firmly turn her head back toward him. He stopped walking, and naturally, she did too. A shadow fell over her, and a second later, his deep voice brushed against

her ears. Every time Kenneth used that low, seductive voice after things, it left her feeling weak. But this time, they hadn't done anything, and he still teased her like

deep breath and glanced at his slightly open collar. Suddenly, she stood on her

his lips, a grin playing on his face as his heart skipped a beat. 'She wants to get even, huh?

out. Seeing the two of them come down, they quickly straightened up. Some looked disappointed, some impressed, and

Kenneth, though, she looked absolutely adorable.

for a second.

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lives wasn't quite sure what to do next. She'd never been on a date before, but she had seen others do it. There were a few couples ahead of them, all heading toward the theater. So she suggested, "How about we

replied, still holding her hand like any regular couple out for a stroll. But the way he stood there, it was impossible not to notice him-he practically radiated

couples bickering nearby, all because those girls had glanced at Kenneth a little too long. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly-he really was

weekend. Kenneth glanced around and spotted a seat.

come with you." Ophelia

up for tickets, while the girls waited. Ophelia's eyes followed his retreating figure. Even though Kenneth was dressed casually, he