Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 142

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Chapter 142

Since he was 10, Kenneth had been around such a woman, who must have sown countless seeds of hatred in him.

No wonder Kenneth's methods were sometimes so ruthless and savage, as if he turned into a completely different person.

Ivy said, "Kenny, listen to me, I won't hurt you. You need to avenge your mother's suffering. Do you know what she gave up for that heartless man? Kenny..." Ophelia said to Kenneth, "Kenneth, can we go home?"

Kenneth thought, 'Go home?' The two words struck Kenneth's heart deeply.

Hearing the familiar voice, Kenneth's chaotic thoughts began to calm. He lowered his gaze, his long eyes turning a deep red, making others feel a pang of sympathy.

"Okay. Go home." Kenneth placed his large hand on Ophelia's head, realizing he had lost control earlier, he quickly checked the hand in his palm.

His heart tightened; the back of Ophelia's slender, hand was flushed red from his grip.

"It's okay. Let's go," Ophelia said steadily, as she took his distinct hand and led him away without looking back.

"Kenny..." Ivy called out unwillingly from behind, her eyes wide open.

Phoebe stepped forward. "Ivy, it seems some things just can't be forced. I think it's better to let it go."

"Phoebe, you can't give up on Kenny. Don't you love him anymore?" Ivy said, holding her hand. "Phoebe, you grew up with Kenny. You're more suitable for him than that woman and can help him more."- Phoebe watched as they drove away; she had liked Kenneth from the moment she first met him.

He was shy, quiet, and didn't like to interact with people. Whatever Ivy told him to do, he did.

Later, even though his eyes were full of hatred, he'd always give her a gentle smile when he saw her.

She had stayed by his side for over ten years, but in just over a year since he returned to that country, he already had someone else.

she couldn't just accept it. "Ivy,

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was driving, while Kenneth sat silently in the

sole aim had been to make the Sinclair

Ophelia suggested steering the car with one hand, her fingers intertwined with the man

and ever since she came into his life,

on her hand

at the international airport. The two boarded the plane

the cabin door

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private jet; there shouldn't be

looked back to see Noali in a black coat, carrying an old-fashioned suitcase,

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of sexy low tone, yet his way of speaking was like an edgy teenager. On that usually aloof and cold face, there appeared

come along. I promise I'll leave as soon as we get to Heloria and

at Kenneth. "Dad... oops! Honey, should we let

that goof's voice irritated him. Sometimes he wondered if he

Noah pressed his lips together, nodded eagerly, and made a zipping gesture with his fingers before.

took off. Noah sat comfortably at the back, thinking that Kenneth couldn't just toss him out

I get a free

could you turn down

good movies

"Oh, thanks, thanks..."

serving? And could you pack two more to-go for me before we land, please?" "Tasty!

yogurt here. Want it? I

yogurt tastes pretty

having your yogurts?

flight and the dull cabin felt less dreary with Noah's cheeky voice in the

seat, curiosity piqued. "What was

down at her, his gaze returning to its

strong possessiveness and jealousy, because this was his true self, not

hold back or be

grinned, since neither