Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 96

Chapter 96

Kenneth, feeling guilty, cupped the back of Ophelia's neck with his hand. Ophelia asked, "How long will you need this time?"

Kenneth's lips curled into a playful smirk. "How long do you want me?"

Ophelia frowned, knowing exactly where his mind had gone. She was asking how long his business trip would last, but before she could clarify, Kenneth pulled her into a kiss. 60%

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Outside, snowflakes fluttered down all night.

By morning, a soft light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. In bed, Kenneth's arm was wrapped tightly around Ophelia's waist.

Ophelia was used to being held like his prized possession. Turning to face Kenneth, she hugged him back tightly. Kenneth chuckled, enjoying it, "Can't bear to let me go, hmm?" He pulled Ophelia even closer, her body pressed against his chest, his hand gently rubbing her back. Take Caleb with you everywhere for the next few days, alright? Be safe." "Don't worry, I can take care of myself"

"Good girl. I'll be back in three to five days, just in time for the New Year"

"Okay"

Kenneth held her tight, his chin resting atop her head.

Outside, the garden's snow-covered branches created a winter wonderland, but inside, the warmth of the house made it feel far from cold.

As Kenneth put on his black overcoat, Ophelia went into the wardrobe and grabbed her favorite khaki plaid scarf. She wrapped it around his neck before he could leave. Kenneth gazed at her with those deep, captivating eyes, the kind that seemed to pull her in. "Come with me."

"No way. If I went with you, how would you focus on work? Besides. She smirked. I'm not exactly the picture-perfect housewife

Every time Ophelia got involved, it was like people thought she was some kind of femme fatale.

Kenneth chuckled softly, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead before running his thumb along her smooth cheek. Ophelia's scent lingered on the scarf Ophelia watched him leave from the upstairs window, then got ready and drove out shortly after.

at a reasonable

afternoon,

of the children in the slums. She

piles of warm clothing, practically stocking her car like a

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later, she arrived at the

containers lay under a thick blanket of snow. Some

Inside, she saw him

dropped his cards, scooting two feet back when he recognized

been collecting protection fees in the slums. I've been working.

really

head, forcing a

help me with something.

glances before Felix followed her out

clothes and pre-packed

and let me know. The

looking lost. "I can't read or write. He could barely write

can," a skinny boy standing behind Felix

boy. His left sleeve was half-empty. She hadn't noticed

away and my mom remarried, she didn't want me anymore. So I dropped out.

Why

following the voice. There were always a few bad apples in every bunch. People

she had been reluctant to offer much help to the slum residents beyond the elderly and children. She didn't want to encourage dependency. After all, many of the able-bodied folks here were just too lazy to work and relied on others to

are for the elderly and kids, Lucas

said that? Aren't we people too?" The man lunges forward, snatching a bag of vegetables and reaching for the clothes. Before

n pain.

these. I'll give them to whoever I want, Ophelia

about her seemed vaguely familiar. It slipped his mind, but Ophelia's expensive clothes made him back off quickly. She