Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 242

Chapter 242

The grating voice drew Kenneth's attention away from Ophelia nestled in his arms.

In an instant, his strikingly handsome yet unnervingly sinister eyes filled with icy coldness, ancient and unyielding, froze

who dared to meet his gaze.

anyone

Tina's throat tightened as she swallowed hard, her expression stiffening in fear.

She must have lost her mind. Moments ago, she had actually thought the man looked gentle and even dared to speak to him in such a way.

But now, her mind filled with stories of his rumored ruthlessness, and her heart leaped into her throat as she instinctively shrank behind Keaton for cover.

Keaton wanted to shield her, but he didn't dare. Suddenly, a spark of realization lit up in his mind.

The familiar-looking woman before him was Theo's beloved god-granddaughter.

It meant she had to be none other than Kenneth's wife.

Ophelia lifted her gaze from her phone screen, meeting Keaton's stunned expression. She smoothly straightened up from where she had been leaning against Kenneth.

"Mr. Yankovich, it's been a while. The last time we met, I was helping your wife with her evening gown fitting. I hope Mrs. Yankovich was satisfied?" she began.

Keaton swallowed again, glancing briefly at Tina before quickly pulling his gaze back and taking two tactical steps to the side, putting distance between himself and Tina. "She's very satisfied, Mrs. Sinclair... Today's incident is all just a misunderstanding," he tried to explain.

'Mrs. Sinclair? So, she really is Mrs. Sinclair? Even Mr. Yankovich himself confirmed it, so there could be no doubt, the staff wondered.

The hotel's lobby managers and staff, who had been eagerly spectating, immediately shrank into themselves like ostriches. Those who had spoken up for Tina earlier lowered their heads, suddenly regretful of their actions. Hearing Keaton refer to Ophelia, Tina blinked in disbelief. "Darling, y-you must be mistaken. She can't possibly be Mrs. Sinclair," she whispered hesitantly to Keaton.

Tina looked at him and then glanced at Ophelia again. The arrogance in her eyes had completely disappeared.

'Could Mr. Sinclair really be her husband?' Tina wondered.

Anxiety swirled in Tina's chest as she nervously glanced at Ophelia, avoiding direct eye contact. She instinctively reached out to hold onto the man beside her, but her hand grabbed nothing but air. Keaton hurriedly stepped forward, a fawning smile plastered across his face.

"Mrs. Sinclair, I have no association with her. Whatever you and Mr. Sinclair decide to do with her is entirely up to you." He desperately wanted to avoid being dragged into the matter.

wanted to live a long life,

eyes widened, disbelief etched

that again! We've been in bed together, and now you're

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you slander me!" Keaton growled, glaring daggers

around, murmuring as the scandal unraveled before

isn't Mr. Yankovich's client.

brazen homewrecker. Did you hear her calling him Darling earlier?

very people who had sided with Tina turned

hurried over, holding surveillance footage from the first-floor cameras as though presenting a treasure.

the security footage and found that this woman deliberately tripped Mrs. Sinclair as she

me see... Oh, she

"How despicable!"

couldn't possibly be

came one after another, their disdain growing

word.

there, completely dumbfounded, feeling utterly isolated in the

ago, these same people hadn't been saying anything like

at Kenneth, only to feel her chest

armrest, exuding the aura of a devil seated upon his throne,

down Tina's spine, draining the color from her face until she was as pale as death. Her gaze didn't dare linger

like a grimace. "Ms. Spencer, I... I didn't mean to just now. I didn't recognize who you were. Please, I

the first-floor lobby

had been glued to Ophelia ever since

of his eyes

as

she made no response, Kenneth tilted his head slightly, giving a subtle signal to the

two bodyguards were about to step forward, Ophelia raised her hand,

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