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.

she pouted, her face full of grievance as her breath hovered near Kenneth's

kisses had been continuous ever since they entered the

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

day, Ophelia woke up to

fast asleep. Seeing

slept, he felt

eat last night," she said, her voice filled

He moved to the side of the bed and gently brushed her messy hair. "I cooked you pasta last night.

thought the part where he fed her pasta was a dream. Now, it turned out it was real, and

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

was pasta Kenneth has cooked himself, and there is no way I am going to

downstairs." Kenneth fetched a warm robe

to his neck as he lifted her in his

the house seemed empty. Ophelia asked,

set her down at the small bar

wasn't often used. Lisa and the staff usually prepared meals

his sleeves and grabbed a packet of

he made it Resting her chin on one hand, she watched as Kenneth moved around the kitchen, feeling a sense of contentment she had

a steaming plate of pasta

beef, looking irresistibly delicious.

with a fried egg and a few slices

picked up her fork and took a bite. Her eyes lit

SO

good."

to perfection. Whether it was because Kenneth made it or

a napkin and gently wiped her mouth. "Alright. Once you're

Ophelia thought, 'What?'

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