Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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"What haven't I seen of you already? Getting shy now?" He even had seen her standing in front of him without any clothes. Kenneth leaned against the bathroom wall, showing no intention of leaving. There was amusement in his eyes as he casually adjusted his gold- rimmed glasses. His attitude seemed to say, "Go ahead. I'm watching!"

Ophelia took a deep breath and kept her head down, avoiding his eyes. Next time, she'd hop to the bathroom on one leg rather than let him carry her.

Seeing she didn't move, Kenneth suddenly crouched in front of her, looking up at Ophelia with curious eyes. "What's wrong? Need a hand?"

He wanted to help her take off her pants! Ophelia gave him an eye-roll and lightly pushed him. "No need!"

Heat rushed to her cheeks immediately. She thought, "That darn man, naturally, he returns to his shameless ways. Has the poison really spread to his brain? Can't it just clear out the bad stuff in there?"

After exiting the bathroom, Kenneth began checking her injuries. Apart from two deep wounds on her leg from the arrow storm, there were just some minor cuts.

The small scratch on her cheek had already scabbed over as Kenneth carefully applied ointment to it with a cotton swab. The wound on her shoulder was in a similar condition.

As Kenneth's cool fingers lightly brushed over her skin, Ophelia flinched slightly.

"Don't move." His careful examination of her wounds gave the impression of a true gentleman.

The shame from being stared at by Kenneth suddenly reminded Ophelia of something. "Kenneth, earlier... did you really think the pajamas I was wearing didn't look good?" She had gathered all her courage to wear them for him.

been so forthcoming, yet he completely rejected her, and she remembered it to

recalling the time during the island vacation when she wore

glasses, focusing on Ophelia on the bed as he let out a soft breath. He

if she had sat on his lap for even a second longer, he wouldn't have been able to keep

calm, as if he

goes, 'Miss this chance and it's

this guy; he's not even pretending anymore. It felt like it had been ages since she last heard him talk this way. Kenneth's breath wandered along her neck, sending pleasant shivers through Ophelia's body. He propped himself up on the pillow beside her,

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capturing her soft lips, delivering a gentle yet commanding kiss. He kissed her so carefully, with a

lifted her hand to wrap

with longing. After a moment, Kenneth paused, burying his face in the crook of her neck, taking a

arms. "Really?" Ophelia's small hand

gradually moved closer to him, feeling sleepiness overcoming her. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she drowsily heard a

sorry... for making you feel so upset back then." He softly kissed her forehead, frowning with

I'll wear it just for you. Ophelia murmured, her lips

past few days, while she was recovering, Kenneth had been exercising great restraint. With glasses on, Kenneth appeared

he couldn't see her clearly. Everything was a blur, near or far. On the day she left the hospital, Kenneth had someone bring a wheelchair. Ophelia recognized the wheelchair;