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

kiss would not have calmed tm

had looked at her the same way back then. Only now, it seemed

quickly lowered 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

of silent fury, and she hadn't even bothered to check on

"You ditched your protection team, went off on your own, and saved someone who was

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

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knew they

her mouth to explain but decided against it. With Kenneth's temper, Caleb and the team would

of Kenneth setting down his wine glass was heavy and

next moment, Kenneth found himself

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 go." The words came out like they were forced through Kenneth's

how sincere I'm being. Can you at least give me a chance?" She knew she was in the wrong, and it was only natural for him to

It was

soften. He scooped her up from the floor, placed her on the sofa and turned on the light. Ophelia squinted, adjusting to

Kenneth's voice was sharp with

Ophelia nodded eagerly.

just amputate

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