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.

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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.

she spoke, she gave the waitress a faint, uninterested

silent,

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

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repliettaskly, his tone

feeling uncomfortable. Especially wh Kenneth being so indifferent

woman

to handle at the company, Ophelia

you outside, Ophelia

lips curled into a smug smile, thinking, 'Looks like Mrs. Sinclair's position in Mr. Sinclair's heart isn't as

a little upset," the waitress said, offering the fruit

lost," Kenneth replied, his voice completely devoid of

her hands hovering awkwardly

in a voice so small it was almost a

eyes, his sharp gaze fixing directly on the

step back. The waitress

in her hands. The smile that had

Kenneth emerged

still wearing glasses?" Ophelia asked, slightly uncomfortable. She had never quite gotten used to it, and something about this version of Kenneth seemed off. Although Kenneth still looked

off his glasses and set

the meal, neither of

even ask where she had

up at him and noticed his

hand holding the fork in his right hand. The ring she had

the ring I gave you?"

at it. "It must not have been the right fit. I don't know when it fell off." Kenneth's tone made it sound as if he had lost something insignificant.

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

while Ophelia was alone

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too long this morning? she thought to

a shower, and changed into the pajamas

herself in the mirror, Ophelia felt a little shy and put on a bathrobe over her pajamas.. She walked to the study, where Kenneth, wearing glasses, was staring intently at his laptop, glance at

there something you need?" Kenneth lifted his eyelids For a

distant as if he were

lost the courage to remove

I just wanted to check if we have

the time on his

nodded obediently, thinking for a moment before gathering

is he so cold?

for

The bathrobe slipped off.

V-neck pajama set underneath, the skirt

skin, the outfit was irresistibly

involuntarily moved, his brows furrowing tightly as his breath