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

was scheduled for the afternoon, but Ophelia had other plans

heavy snow had reminded her of the children in the slums. She remembered her childhood, nearly freezing to death

and bought piles of warm clothing, practically stocking her

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Chapter 96

hours later, she arrived

snow. Some of the flimsy shacks had collapsed under its weight,

the shabby cloth acting as a door. Inside,

had scolded before quickly dropped his cards, scooting

jumped. He babbled, terrified, as if he'd seen the devil, "Miss Spencer, what brings you here? I swear I haven't been collecting protection fees in the slums. I've been working. But the

I really that

and shook his head, forcing a smile that

me with

boys exchanged glances before Felix followed

revealing an array of warm clothes and pre-packed bags of vegetables. She had also included cold

of the old folks need other medicine, write down their symptoms and let me

head, looking lost. "I can't read

a skinny boy standing

sleeve was half-empty. She hadn't noticed

school for a few years, but after my dad passed away and my mom remarried, she didn't want me anymore. So I dropped out. But I can

this good stuff? Why isn't there any for us?" a

frowned, following the voice. There were always a few bad apples in every bunch. People who took more than their share

beyond the elderly and children. She didn't want to encourage dependency. After all, many of the able-bodied folks here were

elderly and

we people too?" The man lunges forward, snatching a bag of vegetables and reaching for

n pain.

I'll give them to whoever I want, Ophelia said, applying

seemed vaguely familiar. It slipped his mind, but Ophelia's expensive clothes made him back