Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 111

Chapter 111

As Ophelia stepped into the villa, Lisa rushed out of the kitchen flustered. "Miss Spencer, you're finally back. Where have

you

been these past two days? Mr. Sinclair waited for you all day yesterday, then left early this morning and came back in the afternoon. He hasn't left his room since. He tried calling you but your phone was off. I've been worried sick." Ophelia thought, "My phone has died' She glanced upstairs. 'Didn't Kenneth say he'd be busy lately?

Lisa added, "Mr. Sinclair must be upset. He didn't even have dinner."

Ophelia said, "I see. I'll go check on him." She quickly ran upstairs, carefully pushing the door open. The room was dark, with only a faint glow from the outside seeping in

Kenneth stood with his back to her, posture stiff. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, one hand dangling a wine glass, the other tucked in his pocket.

"Why didn't you turn on the light? Should I?" Ophelia hesitated, reaching for the switch, but when Kenneth didn't respond she withdrew her hand.

Ophelia hurriedly took off her bloodstained coat but then paused, feeling it was pointless. Kenneth's men must've already told him what happened. "Kenneth, have you eaten yet? Let's go downstairs and have dinner Still, Kenneth didn't speak, standing there like a statue.

Ophelia said, "Kenneth, if you're angry, just be angry. Punish me however you want, but we can't continue this silent treatment."

Kenneth sneered, his shoulders twitching slightly. He drained his wine glass, then turned to face Ophelia. "Quite impressive, huh? What was it? Beauty saves the hero. Your skills are remarkable. Even your driving is top-notch. And that shooting stance-pretty spot on. Every word out of Kenneth's mouth was technically praise, but his tone made them feel like sharp barbs.

Ophelia had used a gun to save Eric. He must

a simple kiss would not have calmed tm down

at her the same way back then. Only now,

head, grabbed a nearby floor lamp, and held it up with both hands like an offering. "Honey, please, just hit me. It's my fault. I admit I was wrong. Her tone was soft and

thought, Two days of silent fury, and she hadn't even bothered to check on me. Now she thought one little "honey would fix everything? Not a

your own,

ditch Caleb and

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she knew they were there to

against it. With Kenneth's temper, Caleb and the team would definitely pay

Kenneth setting down his wine glass was heavy and cold. He walked past Ophelia

himself unable to lift

around Kenneth's leg, her wide eyes shining in the darkness, her long lashes fluttering as she nuzzled her head against his thigh like a clingy kitten. "Ophelia Sinclair... Kenneth ground out her name through clenched teeth, fury burning in his chest at the thought of Ophelia risking her life in a hail of bullets to save another man. He thought, 'If it hadn't been my own men that day, she'd have lost

knew she was in the wrong, and it was only natural for him to be angry. "Kenneth, my legs hurt. Could you carry me up?" Ophelia's voice

It was

what Ophelia was doing, he couldn't help but soften. He scooped her up from the floor, placed her on the sofa and turned on the light. Ophelia squinted, adjusting

voice was sharp

Ophelia nodded eagerly.

Ophelia's legs. "Let's just amputate them.

do that?" She wrapped her arms around Kenneth's neck, whispering