Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Kenneth propped himself up and spoke, emphasizing each word

He had asked her the same question before, also encouraging he to think carefully.

At that time, he had said if she ever left him, he couldn't guarantee what he might do.

Ophelia wrapped her arms around Kenneth' neck. "No need to overthink it, Kenneth. Listen, I'll say it one last time: I will never leave you as long as I live. Unless... I die."

Her blue, clear eyes were locked onto Kenneth in front of her.

She was just as determined as ever.

Since the day he held her as they went down into the sea in their past lives, her entire being in this life was focused on Kenneth.

When he lived, she would live alongside him.

When he died, she would go with him.

So there was nothing to think through.

A marriage certificate wouldn't change their love; having one or not made no difference. But she wanted the right to sign his surgery consent forms and wanted them to have the right to decide each other's fate. Kenneth' eyes glimmered slightly behind his glasses. He gently caressed her cheek, his gaze tender.

He wasn't sure how long he had to live, so he couldn't

marry her

He was afraid; even he could feel scared-worried that he wouldn't be able to be with her for long.

He was worried about holding her back and ruining her life. Her future was still long, and he couldn't gamble with her happiness.

Ophelia held his face in her hands, seeing a deep sense of helplessness in his eyes.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her heart.

This was something the late Kenneth would never have feared.

In the past, his eyes were filled only with power, violence, and arrogance.

He controlled others' fates; he set the rules.

"Kennie..." Ophelia reminded him.

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"Let's decide after the surgery is over." Kenneth stared at her for a long time before finally speaking,

was nothing compared to Ophelia in front of him. Kenneth thought, 'Little one, do you

he couldn't ensure her a perfectly smooth life, at the very least, he wanted her future to be

don't want

another man in the future?" Ophelia locked eyes with his deep,

up, the redness in

chest rose and fell,

He couldn't handle it.

thought of it was unbearable for

his

97%

me more than you. If you leave

threatening him with the words he had

in his eyes, Ophelia furrowed her brows slightly. "I'm giving you one more chance. Speak clearly and decide today whether you'll get the marriage license with me or not." The room was so silent that they could only

were bloodshot as he stared at

and innocent eyes showed a hint of

I'll never get it in my life. I might

Ophelia said angrily.

was already threatening to die;

his eyebrows as he hugged her

permission, you need to

of living a long life

ordered. "Get up, freshen up, and

pulled her onto his lap, tilting his chin slightly with

some

speechless as

Jerk!'

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wore a rarely-seen white shirt and black pants that outlined his long, straight legs and his V-shaped waist. A black suit jacket was draped over his arm. Ophelia wore a white long dress with a shirt collar and a pair of high heels, her hair pulled

heels, but today was an

their marriage

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notice, this and smiled at the side. "Mr. Si lair, this breakfast is specially made

beside him and then

Ophelia made tasted

fortunate was he, in some lifetime, to

him staring at her, she couldn't help

thought, 'Is there something on

you are to soon get your license with