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.

my bad, but you can't be unreasonable either," she pouted, her

been continuous ever since they entered the house,

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night, Kenneth brought up a plate of steaming pasta. Ophelia, half-asleep, managed

up to find it was

asleep. Seeing how long

couch, alternating between work and watching Ophelia, who was had slept, he felt a pang of guilt. His eyes were full of tenderness which

night," she said, her voice

brushed her messy hair. "I cooked you pasta last night. You barely ate

her pasta was a dream. Now, it turned out it was real,

and she found herself staring at his well-defined

forgotten the taste of last night's pasta. But this was pasta Kenneth has cooked

fetched a warm robe and

clung to his neck as he lifted

Ophelia asked, "Where's Lisa and the

at the small bar in the

the staff usually prepared meals in the adjacent

and grabbed a packet

made it Resting her chin on one hand, she watched as Kenneth moved around the kitchen, feeling a sense of contentment she had never

minutes later, a steaming plate of pasta was placed before her.

beef, looking irresistibly delicious.

with a fried egg and a

a bite. Her

SO

good."

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

eyebrow, his expression indulgent. He grabbed a napkin and gently wiped her mouth.

Ophelia thought, 'What?'

grabbed his arm. "Actually, forget it. Eating too much isn't good. Being