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.

took off his jacket, contemplating whether to place it over her shoulders, but decided against it to avoid making a fool of

to her. "The wit's pretty strong out here, and I

at the jacket that was thrown at her, catching a whiff of

unique scent. She tossed Jonathan's jacket onto a

pleased that she hadn't thrown it into the

of hair across Ophelia's forehead.

sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He walked to

it to Ophelia. "Have a try." His tone was like he was feeding a kitten or

hadn't heard that tone for a long time. She glanced coldly over her

something. Otherwise, you might not have the strength

her hand. She couldn't just eat

smirk forming at the edge of his lips, and casually instructed, "Jim, bring Ms. Spencer some

Davidson." A short man in his twenties

she'd need strength for that. These bodyguards wouldn't go easy on her like those people from

overpowering, and the lamb hadn't been specially prepared. She found it a bit tough to enjoy, and after a few bites,

sea was dropping, and her cell phone had no

you're cold, go inside." Jonathan

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

chops, smelling wonderful, were placed on the plate in front

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from her.

twice, shame 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

Kenneth done anything this time? I remember last time, there was already a helicopter hovering over my base

still no news from Kenneth. Does this mean he's done with you? Why not come with me? Whatever Kenneth can offer, I can

day, aren't you worried you'll end up dead without even knowing how

his icy-blue eyes. "Should I take that to mean you're worried about me?" His voice was like

Jim, approached with a satellite phone. "Mr. Davidson, Mr.

nervousness. She swallowed hard, her breath caught in

call, his eyes fixed on Ophelia in front

deep, stern voice came from the other end, "Let her go." It was that

as she stole a glance

you considering giving up some of your shipping routes?" Jonathan crossed his legs and leaned back in his

said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just giving you a reminder. The person with you is

sure? Just a moment ago, you were telling me to let her

I'll 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?"

The voice on the other end was cold and indifferent, like

word was as sharp as the cold sea breeze, cutting into

time to think about

of him. Her beautiful eyes sparkled under the light, but they held a dead silence

shrouding her in an unavoidable melancholy. This sense of brokenness tightened Jonathan's heart,

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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