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.

a gun to save Eric. He must have reviewed

would not have calmed tm down

at her the same way back then. Only now, it seemed even more terrifying Ophelia held

her 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 pitiful. Kenneth thought, 'Admit she was wrong? Did she really believe that would earn my forgiveness?' He narrowed his eyes, his chest heaving with anger, but seeing

to check on me.

went off on your own, and saved someone who was trying to kill your husband? Very

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because she knew they were there

temper, Caleb and the team would definitely pay the price if

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

found himself

happen again. Please don't be mad anymore... Ophelia wrapped her arms 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 her life. She wouldn't have the chance to act

least give me a chance?" She knew she was in the wrong, and it was only natural for him to be angry.

It was

clear act of playing the victim. Even though Kenneth knew exactly what Ophelia was doing, he couldn't help but soften. He scooped her up from the floor, placed her on

hurt?" Kenneth's voice

Ophelia nodded eagerly.

just amputate them. That way, they won't hurt

really do that?" She wrapped her arms around Kenneth's neck, whispering in his ear, I lose my legs, I won't