Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 270

Chapter 270

Ophelia picked up the call, and a man's husky voice, rough from smoking, came through. "Mrs. Sinclair..."

It was Ray calling, and she wasn't surprised at all.

"How are you doing?" When she burst into the guild that day, Ray was nowhere in sight among everyone, he must have been severely punished by Kenneth.

Ray was surprised, not expecting Ophelia's first words to care about him. He did suffer some minor injuries, but that was nothing compared to Eric. "Mrs. Sinclair, Eric he..."

"He's recovering on the island, no need to worry." Following Kenneth was always risky; he was as sharp as a leopard. She shouldn't have let them take such risks.

Ray on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment.

"Is there anything else?" Ophelia asked coldly.

Ray felt relieved and then realized Ophelia sounded different from usual. "Mrs. Sinclair, did something happen between you and Mr. Sinclair? I'm at the guild now, and do you need my help with anything?"

He had heard about Ophelia entering the guild alone that day, but he was being punished and couldn't come out. Over the time spent with her, he gradually forgot he was Kenneth's man.

Ophelia said, "Tell Kenneth that even if it's a breakup, it should be talked about face-to-face. I'll wait for him at the city hall entrance on June 1."

Lisa stood nearby, and at the mention of "breakup," a flash of panic crossed her eyes.

and Mr. Sinclair? How did a nice vacation lead to a breakup? Did you have a disagreement?" She was curious too. She thought, 'What has happened to us? What on earth is wrong with this

manage. Is this his way of paving the way for me? Is his

worried, but seeing Ophelia's expression, she knew the problem wasn't with her. She thought, 'Mr. Sinclair, what

downstairs wearing a gray tracksuit and sat next to Ophelia. Lisa stepped aside without asking any more

and Scott watched TV

focusing on the TV. "If anyone's giving you trouble,

hair, remembering how he used to protect her when they

as his sister. "Ophelia, do you think I'm childish? Like I'm just a

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and I want you to be happy." Scott spoke sincerely; his

Ophelia agreed, her bright

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of sports, playing basketball and soccer. On the field, he was sweating heavily, full of

months ago when he had collapsed, his face pale, not

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lost Scott. She regretted her previous coldness, regretted being so focused on revenge that she

now she had the chance to make up for it. Sometimes, it was only after

and onto the front of his tank top. On his skin, faint muscle lines were beginning to

water, her eyebrows