Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 165

Chapter 165

Kenneth rested his head against the chair back and tilted his chin up slightly, causing his prominent nose to cast a shadow across his cheek. He gently withdrew his hand which was holding Ophelia's.

Ophelia leaned forward, her hand resting on the back of his chair. She looked down at him.

Seeing Kenneth's pitiful expression as if he couldn't get what he wanted, Ophelia grinned.

"Which option do you prefer? How about lying down, and I'll give you a massage?" Ophelia suggested, blinking innocently with her bright eyes. She looked sincere and pure.

Kenneth swallowed, wondering how Ophelia managed to remain such an innocent face while saying those alluring words. Ophelia knew perfectly well that Kenneth couldn't do anything to her, yet she wanted him to lie down Kenneth placed his hand on the back of Ophelia's neck, his thumb brushing across her soft cheek as his eyes stayed fixed her.

Suddenly, a phone ringtone sounded, breaking their eye contact.

Ophelia pulled out her phone and saw an unknown number.

She answered the call. Before she could say a word, Kenneth's lips were on hers.

Ophelia swiftly pulled the phone away from her ear, yet the person on the other end still caught the odd sound.

Kenneth wrapped his arm around Ophelia's waist and showed a mischievous grin.

Ophelia could only use one hand to hold back Kenneth in front of her, leaning back at a 45-degree angle, and said, "Hello, who is that?"

There was a brief pause on the other end before Phoebe said, "Elia, it's me."

Phoebe's distinctive voice came through, sounding a bit weak.

"Got something to say?" Ophelia asked, standing up straight.

Phoebe said, "Elia, I'm about to be discharged soon. My place in Dellanex isn't ready yet, and I don't know anyone here. Would it be okay for me to stay at your place for a couple of days?" "It's not okay," Ophelia replied.

Ophelia meant it. Noah was still at Rosewood Manor. She didn't want her home to become a place where anyone could just

stay.

Besides, she was well aware of Phoebe's intentions.

After saying those words, Ophelia felt a bit guilty and suggested, "I can book a hotel for you, if you need it."

Phoebe said, "That would be great. Thank you, Elia."

Ophelia thought, 'Wow, she really isn't embarrassed at all.'

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patiently, "When are you getting discharged? I'll

Phoebe replied, "Tomorrow morning."

Ophelia remarked, "Alright."

hung up, Kenneth looked at her suspiciously and

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play her part. It's no fun to expose her. Let's see what she's really planning." Kenneth advised, "Stay away from her. She's not as simple as she appears. That shot she took was by her own choice, so

gaze rested on the

look like

"Look

person to you?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow and stated, "Ronan was able to kidnap me so smoothly thanks to Phoebe's help. I know everything. Don't worry, I'll be cautious." Then she moved to the marble dining table, opened the takeout boxes, and

each other, and Ophelia enthusiastically served Kenneth with unusual

out," Kenneth said, looking at

able to have lunch if she didn't tell

her lips and questioned, "Wouldn't it appear that I have a

didn't touch his fork, and his sharp eyes seemed

nothing

"Actually, I have some questions to ask you, about

in that area?" Kenneth looked at her

focusing instead on her favorite dish, took a piece, and said nonchalantly with a fork between

quickly and softly, sounding like she lacked

told Kenneth about

was ready to face

to do things she wouldn't have

showed surprise. He slightly frowned and asked, "Do you even

sounded like a sulky

have heard about the disaster in

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are needed to develop the area." Kenneth said, "Even if you bring the leader of Heloria, nothing can be done there, so just

with an elegance that made it appear as if he were

restaurant.

in resignation

it. Heloria would never let anyone develop that area. So save

have so many plans. Can't you

out her tongue. She was never the type to

too little. What