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.

who only knew how to live under

a hint of defeat in her eyes, Kenneth stepped forward and hugged 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

frowned, looking at him with a hint of reproach. "Lie down quickly.

at the corner of his lips. As long as she wasn't angry, that

entered the room, checking the wound under Kenneth's intense gaze. The doctor looked even more troubled than Kenneth, a layer of sweat

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 nothing to worry about," After the doctor left, Kenneth reached out to pull her over to the side of the bed. "Stay with me, "He wanted

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tiptoed onto the bed, being cautius not to touch his wound, and lay down beside

put his arm around her, but she quickly

arm," His tone

heard the saying 'a chain is only as strong as its weakest link'? Behave, or I'll go back

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

get off the bed, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed. "But the doctor's

he placed his large hand on her head and pulled her in

'Aren't you going

her neck. Ophelia sighed, gently stroking his chiseled jawline and lowering her head to rest against

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on the edge of the bed with her laptop, starting to manage tasks for both 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

that with large conglomerates, even a small issue could trigger extensive consequences. Only now did she understand why Kenneth pretended to be injured to avoid attention when he

but if their 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