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.

either," she pouted, her face full of grievance as her breath

his gaze fixed on her long eyelashes and the small tear mole under her eye, both utterly captivating Back at Rosewood Manor, Kenneth's kisses had been continuous ever since

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

up to

fast asleep. Seeing

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

get to eat last night," she said, her voice filled with grievance

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

where he fed her pasta was a dream.

of him shifted once more, and she found herself staring at his well-defined hands. "I want some

pasta. But this was pasta Kenneth has cooked

carry you downstairs." Kenneth fetched a warm robe and wrapped her snugly in

as he lifted her in

Ophelia asked, "Where's

at the small bar in the open kitchen and kissed her

and the staff usually prepared meals

and grabbed a packet of

it Resting her chin on one hand, she watched as Kenneth moved around the kitchen, feeling

of pasta was

beef, looking irresistibly delicious.

with a fried egg

took a bite. Her eyes lit

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 through her stomach. Looking at the now-empty plate, Ophelia glanced up

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

Ophelia thought, 'What?'

to turn back to the stove, Ophelia quickly grabbed his arm. "Actually, forget it. Eating too much isn't good. Being eighty percent full is just