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,

night's heavy snow had reminded her of the children in the slums. She remembered

the mall and bought piles of warm clothing, practically stocking

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she arrived at the

blanket of snow. Some of the

acting as a door. Inside, she saw him and a few others

scolded before quickly dropped his cards, scooting two feet back when he recognized

"Miss Spencer, what brings you here? I swear I haven't been collecting protection fees in the slums. I've been working. But

really

his head, forcing a smile

help me with something. Ophelia

exchanged glances before Felix followed her out with the

her trunk, revealing an array of warm clothes and pre-packed bags of vegetables.

If any of the old folks need other medicine, write down their symptoms and let me know. The elderly and kids

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

skinny boy

the boy. His left sleeve was half-empty. She

I was born with a deformity in my left arm. I went to school for a few years, but after my dad passed away and my mom remarried, she didn't want me

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

voice. There were always a few bad apples in every

knew this well, which was why 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

the elderly and kids,

Aren't we people too?" The man lunges forward, snatching a bag of vegetables and reaching for

n pain.

whoever I want, Ophelia said, applying enough pressure to make

eyes, and something about her seemed vaguely familiar. It slipped his mind, but Ophelia's expensive clothes made him