Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 261

Chapter 261

In the study of the hotel suite, Kenneth leaned back against the gay leather chair.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"Mr. Sinclair, here's the coffee you requested. The waitress from yesterday entered, carefully placing the coffee beside Kenneth.

She glanced around the room and, not seeing Mrs. Sinclair, became a little bolder. "Mr. Sinclair, do you have a headache? My father often gets them. A successful person like you must be overworking your brain with how busy you are." "Actually, I know a little bit of massage therapy. Would you like me to help you relax?" she asked.

Kenneth closed his eyes. "What time is it?" His voice was still as cold as ever.

The waitress glanced at the clock. "It's already past twelve."

Ophelia should be back by now.

Kenneth didn't respond and put his glasses back on.

The waitress, confused but unwilling to ask more, stood silently.

A moment later, she glanced at the clock again. "Mr. Sinclair, have you had lunch yet? Should I prepare lunch for you and Mrs. Sinclair?"

"Yes," Kenneth answered shortly.

The waitress quickly went off to have lunch prepared.

When Ophelia returned, she had picked up two decent-looking meals on the way.

g table. As she walked in, she saw two restaurant servers setting the food down on the dining

She placed the takeout in front of the marble dining table, eager to take the cartoon figurine she had bought into the study

Inside the study, Kenneth sat

The waitress held a frus behind the desk, with a waitress standing beside him.

tplatter

and was standing close to Kenneth.

"Hello, Mrs. Sinclair," the waitress greeted her.

The waitress gave Ophelia a slight nod, but she didn't move to make space, even as Ophelia walked closer.

Kenneth, sitting in front of the laptop, didn't speak.

His gaze was still fixed on the laptop under his glasses, not even lifting his eyelids, offering no reaction.

Ophelia tightened her grip on the paper bag in her hand and didn't take out the contents right away.

"Still busy?" Ophelia asked.

gave the waitress a

remained silent,

Come out and eat with me. I'm starving," Ophelia said. 10:46 Sat, Nov 30

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repliettaskly, his tone

sank a little, feeling uncomfortable. Especially wh Kenneth being

woman

to handle at the company,

for you outside, Ophelia said, turning to

'Looks like Mrs. Sinclair's position in Mr. Sinclair's heart isn't as high as

I think Mrs. Sinclair seems a little upset," the waitress

his voice completely devoid of

her hands hovering

it was almost a whisper, clearly unwilling to accept the

his sharp gaze fixing directly

surrounding him was enough to make anyone step back. The waitress quickly pulled her hands

leaving the study, Ophelia glanced at the things in her hands. The smile that had

emerged from the

asked, slightly uncomfortable. She had never quite gotten used to it, and something about this version of Kenneth seemed off. Although Kenneth still looked handsome with the glasses,

for protection," Kenneth answered. He took off his glasses and set them aside,

the meal, neither of

even ask where she

his left hand was empty, lying

his right hand. The ring

ring I gave you?"

when it fell off." Kenneth's tone made it sound as if he had lost something insignificant. Ophelia's heart sank as if someone had dealt a heavy blow to her chest. Her throat felt constricted, like it was blocked by

darkened, and her words seemed more like an attempt to comfort herself.

was still in the study, while Ophelia

Chapter 261

I stay out too long this morning? she thought to herself. Suddenly, she felt like it was her

a

a bathrobe over her pajamas.. She walked to the study, where Kenneth, wearing glasses, was staring intently at

lifted his eyelids For a moment,

felt as distant as if he were looking at

the courage

if we have

checked the time on

nodded obediently, thinking for a moment before gathering her courage to ask, "Are you mad at

so cold? Could he

for Kenneth's response and quickly

The bathrobe slipped off.

pajama set underneath, the skirt short and

the

moved, his brows furrowing tightly