Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 90

Chapter 90

Inside the car, Kenneth leaned back against the seat. His head turned slightly to look at Ophelia beside him. His fingers unconsciously reached for his pinky, feeling the emptiness there. Earlier, when he saw Ophelia being tugged at by Miles, his anger surged, but it was effortlessly soothed by her calling him honey. Now, he couldn't even get angry anymore. Kenneth said, "What did you call me just now? Say it again."

The partition in the car slowly rose.

Ophelia thought, 'Does the driver have to be this perceptive every single time?

Kenneth's hand gripped the back of her neck, his thumb brushing her earlobe. "Say it again, quickly..." He hadn't quite heard it clearly earlier.

Ophelia swallowed, her throat tightening. "I'll say it, but don't think I'm trying to seduce you."

"Alright."

"Honey." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a lilting tone, the word striking straight at Kenneth's heart.

"And that's not seducing me? Hmm?"

Ophelia was speechless, her face scrunching up.

Just as Kenneth was about to lean in closer, Ophelia pushed him back. "Wait. Let's talk about something important first. Is it you who have Mr. Carnegie recognize me as his god-granddaughter?" "Yes,"

Hearing Kenneth's confirmation, Ophelia felt a bit more at ease. Theo had already explained the reason to her, and she understood Kenneth's good intentions. He was always protecting her in his way. His breath was so close now, carrying a faint scent of tobacco.

Ophelia cupped Kenneth's face, her eyes pure as she gazed at him. She thought, 'Somehow, the Kenneth I know in this life feels different from the one in my past life. Perhaps it's because of my own transformation, allowing me to experience things I haven't in my previous life.

"I didn't have enough to eat tonight." As she spoke, a faint whiff of red wine lingered in her breath.

Kenneth frowned. "Did you drink?"

Ophelia guiltily pressed her lips. "Just...just a little. It's not my fault. You didn't tell me in advance. I thought that Mr. Carnegie recognizing me as his god-granddaughter was him trying to take advantage of you, so of course, I refused.

"Oh? And what does that have to do with drinking? Haven't I told you, you can only..."

Ophelia leaned forward and kissed Kenneth's thin lips mid-sentence.

pouted, her face full of grievance as

small tear mole under her eye, both utterly captivating Back at Rosewood Manor, Kenneth's kisses had been continuous ever since they entered the house, falling densely like raindrops. In the darkness, the overwhelming pressure mounted.

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the middle of the night, Kenneth brought up a plate of steaming pasta. Ophelia, half-asleep, managed to eat two bites before drifting off

woke up to find it

fast asleep. Seeing how long

watching Ophelia, who was had slept, he felt a pang of

her voice filled with grievance as she glared

of the bed and gently brushed her messy hair. "I cooked you

an eyebrow. She had thought the part where he fed her pasta was a dream. Now, it turned out it was

view of him shifted once more, and she found herself staring

night's pasta. But this was pasta Kenneth has cooked himself, and there is no way I am

fetched a warm robe and

to his neck as he lifted her

empty. Ophelia asked, "Where's Lisa and the

them the day off." Kenneth set her down at the small bar in the open kitchen and kissed her on

and the staff usually

and

her chin on one hand, she watched as Kenneth moved around the kitchen, feeling a sense

later, a steaming plate of pasta was placed

beef, looking irresistibly delicious.

topped with a fried

and took a bite. Her

SO

good."

pasta could taste this good. The fried egg was crispy, just the way she liked it, and the pasta was cooked to perfection. Whether it was because Kenneth made it or not, the pasta seemed far from ordinary. It was absolutely delicious. She felt the warmth spread through her stomach. Looking at the now-empty plate,

and gently wiped

Ophelia thought, 'What?'

the stove, Ophelia quickly grabbed his arm. "Actually,