Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 272

Chapter 272

The cruise ship sailed slowly across the sea, the surroundings aglow with lights, while the sea itself lay in complete darkness.

Ophelia sat in a white wicker chair on the deck, her hands resting on the armrests, giving off a vacation vibe. She gazed into the endless night and the sparsely star-filled sky. The night seemed to merge with the sea, and being in such a place made her feel especially lonely.

Jonathan took off his jacket, contemplating whether to place it over her shoulders, but decided against it to avoid making a fool of himself. Mid-action, he paused and just tossed the jacket to her. "The wind's pretty strong out here, and I don't have any cold medicine with me."

Ophelia glanced at the jacket that was thrown at her, catching a whiff of the light cologne scent. Although it wasn't unpleasant, her eyes showed disgust.

Kenneth never wore cologne, but he naturally had a crisp and unique scent. She tossed Jonathan's jacket onto a nearby chair as if it were something dirty.

Jonathan felt a peculiar relief, surprisingly pleased that she hadn't thrown it into the sea.

The sea breeze was cool, blowing a few strands of hair across Ophelia's forehead. She tucked them behind her ear.

Jonathan was wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He walked to the grill, drew a knife from his waist, and sliced a piece from the roasted lamb.

He wrapped the bone in a napkin and handed it to Ophelia. "Have a try." His tone was like he was feeding a kitten or puppy.

Since leaving Hastings family, she hadn't heard that tone for a long time. She glanced coldly over her shoulder before turning her gaze back to the sea.

Jonathan glanced at his wristwatch. "It's been two hours and Kenneth still hasn't gotten back to me. Don't let it stop you from eating something. Otherwise, you might not have the strength to run later if you want to." He placed a leg of lamb onto Ophelia's plate. "Relax, there's no poison."

"Knife." Ophelia said, reaching out her hand. She couldn't just eat such a big piece like that.

Jonathan watched her for a moment, a smirk forming at the edge of his lips, and casually instructed, "Jim, bring Ms. Spencer some cutlery."

"Yes, Mr. Davidson." A short man in his twenties brought over a knife and fork.

Ophelia was getting hungry, and even if she might have to fight with someone soon, she'd need strength for that. These bodyguards wouldn't go easy on her like those people from the guild.

The smell of the ocean was overpowering, and the lamb hadn't been specially prepared. She found it a bit tough to enjoy, and after a few bites, she wasn't hungry anymore.

Time trickled by. The temperature over the sea was dropping, and her cell phone had no signal.

"If you're cold, go inside. Jonathan suggested, giving her a look.

"Do you plan to keep drifting on the sea? Are you scared if we dock, I'll try to escape?" Ophelia raised her eyebrow.

A few pieces of grilled lamb chops, smelling wonderful, were placed on the plate in front of her. Jonathan sat down across

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The cruise ship sailed slowly across the sea, the surroundings aglow with lights, while the sea itself lay in complete darkness.

Ophelia sat in a white wicker chair on the deck, her hands resting on the armrests, giving off a vacation vibe. She gazed into the endless night and the sparsely star-filled sky. The night seemed to merge with the sea, and being in such a place made her feel especially lonely.

jacket, contemplating whether to place it over her

just tossed the jacket to her. "The wit's pretty

thrown at her, catching a whiff of the light cologne scent. Although it wasn't unpleasant, her eyes

and unique scent. She tossed Jonathan's jacket

peculiar relief, surprisingly pleased that she hadn't thrown it into

cool, blowing a few strands of hair across Ophelia's forehead. She tucked

to his elbows. He walked to the grill, drew a

bone in a napkin and handed it to Ophelia. "Have a try." His tone was like he was feeding a kitten or

that tone for a long time. She glanced coldly over her shoulder before turning her gaze back to

his wristwatch. "It's been two hours and Kenneth still hasn't gotten back to me. Don't let it stop you from eating something. Otherwise, you might not have the strength to run later if you want to."

Ophelia said, reaching out her hand. She couldn't just eat such a big

smirk forming at the edge of his lips,

man in his twenties brought over a knife and

and even if she might have to fight with someone soon, she'd need strength

prepared. She found it a bit tough to enjoy, and after a few

over the sea was dropping, and

cold, go inside." Jonathan suggested,

keep drifting on the sea? Are you scared if we

pieces of grilled lamb chops, smelling wonderful, were placed on the

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from her.

on me. You wild little cat are really hard to tame! Jonathan said, tilting his head to look at her, calmly wiping his military knife with a handkerchief. Ophelia was done with idle chat, having no patience left. "What if Kenneth ignores your threat or doesn't care about me at all? What's your

asked, "How could I ever kill you? However, I'm a bit curious. Why hasn't Kenneth done anything this time? I remember last time, there was already a helicopter hovering over my

no news from Kenneth. Does this mean

ocean and sneered. "Being with me every day, aren't you worried you'll end up dead

the knife and leaned slightly forward, a playful glint in his icy-blue eyes. "Should I take

with a satellite phone.

She swallowed hard, her breath caught in

fixed on

deep, stern voice came from the other end, "Let her

clenched unconsciously, as she stole a glance and

her go? Mr. Sinclair must be joking, right? Or are you considering giving up some

a reminder. The person with you is no threat to me at the momen

a moment ago, you were telling me

report it to the police and handle it from there, Whether you actually let her go is none of my concern." "Does Mr. Sinclair honestly not care? Well

have your woman?"

voice on the other end was cold and indifferent, like he was giving away

sharp as the cold sea

to think about coming into my arms?" With

under the light, but they held a dead

in an unavoidable melancholy.

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from her.

said, tilting his head to look at her, calmly wiping his military knife with a handkerchief. Ophelia was done with idle chat, having no patience left. "What Kenneth