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.

gun to save Eric. He

by Kenneth's fury, a simple kiss would not

Miles. He had looked at her the same way back then. Only now, it seemed even more terrifying Ophelia held Kenneth's gaze for a few seconds. Then, her knees

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

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

team, went off on your own, and saved someone who was trying to

lowered the lamp, feeling wronged. She didn't intentionally ditch Caleb and the others. She had only dared to act

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she knew they

and the team would definitely pay the price if she said anything. "Kenneth, my

The sound of Kenneth setting down his wine glass was heavy and

himself unable to

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 like this now. "Let

least give me a chance?" She knew she was in the wrong, and it was only

It was

couldn't help but soften. He scooped her up from the

hurt?" Kenneth's voice was sharp with

Ophelia nodded eagerly.

crouched down to inspect Ophelia's legs. "Let's just amputate them. That

swallowed hard. "Would you really do that?" She wrapped her arms around Kenneth's neck, whispering in his ear, I lose my legs, I