Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 196

Chapter 196

Ophelia draped her long hair over one shoulder. She used a towel to dry her wet hair as she asked, "Do you have a hair diver

"No." Jonathan replied. His pupils darkened with intrigue shimmering in his eyes.

In this homely state, Ophelia shed her fierce exterior, making her naturally pure features even more endearing.

Jonathan thought. Turns out she has this side too. She is not just wild little kitten but could seamlessly turn into an adorably sweet one.

"No hair dryer at all?" Ophelia remarked with a haughty yet playful disdain. Even though it should have been an off-putting expression, it looked playful on her face, almost endearing.

in slightly. He teased a damp strand of her hair. "I could blow it dry for you with my mouth," He said with

thought, 'How am I supposed to respond to that? Should I praise

many ways to make you fall for me

shot

snake's, fixed on Ophelia, making her skin crawl with an unsettling sensation as if covered in something sticky and

gradually moved

glint flashed in her eyes. She tossed the towel

his throat just lightly grazed the skin of his neck. It left a thin

apple, the cold feeling tracing over his heart. He reached up to touch the cut on his neck. His fingers were sticky with bright red blood. In disbelief, he looked up at Ophelia. Jonathan

Ophelia replied. Her face was blank. Her eyes were indifferent, with a hint of disappointment at his survival visible in her

a feeling of unprecedented defeat flashing across his face. "Were you deceiving me the whole time?" he asked with a trembling voice, full of

his tone made it sound like she had wronged him. She thought,