Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 314

Kenneth appeared refined, yet the muscles he showed hinted at commanding presence.

Ophelia frowned deeply, watching as more and more blood leaked through the bandage. Just as she was about to speak, her lips were captured by his kiss.

His kiss had a slight metallic taste of blood and his unique fresh scent. It felt like magic. As he kissed her, she found herself barely able to breathe, her once chaotic mind now entirely blank

Even the heavy pressure in her chest gradually eased and vanished with the kiss.

Kenneth kissed her even more boldly, slowly lowering her straps

"Kenneth, you can't-" Her cheeks turned crimson as she worriedly glanced at his wound, but he pinned her beneath him so she couldn't see anything. He kissed her again, this time softly, as if to comfort her.

After a long while, he whispered against her ear, breathing deeply, "Don't overthink it. We can write our own fate," Those words struck deeply into her heart.

She felt like he could read her mind. She couldn't hide her feelings from him; he saw right through her. He knew that because of DarkHawk's funeral, her thoughts would be troubled and she would be burdened with pressures she couldn't handle. "Yeah, I understand," Ophelia said, her voice slightly breathless, hands pressed against his solid chest, eyes fixated on the letter tattoo near his heart on the left. They had to give it a try. Overthinking didn't help.

Kenneth got up, put on his black shirt, and fastened a button. "Go call the doctor to change the bandage," He was intentionally keeping it from her.

"It's really nothing," Kenneth reassured, planning to pat her head when he noticed a smear of blood on his fingertip.

"Kenneth, are you trying to act tough in front of me? You can tell me if you're in pain," She could admit it to him, so he could too.

His face was already so pale, and the wound had bled so much, yet he still tried to calm her by saying he was fine. For a moment, she couldn't quite understand how she felt inside.

wasn't just a child who only knew how to

her. Half of his weight leaned on her. "Don't be mad. I'm not pretending to be tough. It's just a little injury. It really doesn't hurt." "Ouch," Kenneth groaned, drawing in

looking at him with a hint of

tended to by Ophelia, a soft smile played at the

intense gaze. The doctor looked even more troubled than Kenneth, a layer of sweat

fine. Mr. Sinclair is recovering well. Fortunately, there's no infection. His wound is healing, so try not to strain it. We don't want it bleeding again," He wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed nervously. Kenneth glanced at Ophelia, his expression saying, "See, I told you it was

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bed, being cautius not to touch his wound, and lay

to put his arm around her, but she quickly stopped

wrong with my arm," His

weakest link'? Behave,

immediately sat up straight, on high alert. Do you want me to get the doctor to give you a painkiller

her arm and pulled her back

large hand on her head and pulled her in for a

thought, 'Aren't you going

jawline and lowering her head to rest against his cheek. Outside, the rain had cleared and

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companies. She had originally planned to be away for just a few days, but now it seemed like she might need a few more. Most of Sinclair Group's work was handled by Mark, but

conglomerates, even a small issue could trigger extensive consequences. Only now did she understand why Kenneth pretended to be

interests were challenged, conflict would arise immediately. There were many files on her computer. Some needed key points highlighted for Mark to address, while other projects needed to be temporarily postponed.