Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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The massive LCD TV resounded with the sounds of battle.

"Bang bang..." Gunshots blasted from the speakers, sounding almost real as if they were whizzing past her ears.

'Does he turn up the volume out of anger?' thought Lisa.

Lisa came out of the kitchen, carefully walked up to Ophelia, and handed her a pair of slippers from the nearby shoe rack.

She said, "Miss, Mr. Sinclair has been playing games all night."

Sure enough, he was upset.

Ophelia put on her slippers, went around to the man's back, and wrapped her arms around his neck like a gentle kitten. Her nose gently nudged and rubbed against his neck. "Hubby..." The girl's voice was sweet, as sweet as honey.

It was completely different from her distant demeanor when outside.

Kenneth ignored her and turned off the game. The screen went black and reflected his cold, handsome face. He carelessly tossed the game controller onto the gray marble coffee table. Ophelia said, "Honey, are you angry? I'm sorry I came home late

She didn't expect the film festival to last so long. Beyond the awards, there were various song performances and other

events.

She kept checking the time.

Kenneth didn't say a word, gently moved her smooth, pale arms aside, and went straight upstairs.

Ophelia didn't dare to complain. She followed him and wrapped her arm around his. "Honey, tonight... can we just do whatever you want?"

This seemed the only way to calm him now.

Kenneth was unfazed, not even blinking an eye.

His deep, blue eyes revealed no emotion.

She continued, "Didn't we agree before? No silent treatments, right? If something's bothering you, just tell me, You decide how to solve it, and I'll do what you say."

Kenneth paused at the bedroom door on the third floor, turned his head slightly, and pressed his thin lips together, looking like he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. Finally, he stayed quiet. Seeing his expression, Ophelia felt a jolt in her heart and fixed her eyes on his sharp, intense gaze.

She thought, 'What's wrong? Could it be...?"

"Are you feeling sick?" After asking, her heart leaped into her throat, and she felt as if all the warmth had left her hands and feet.

She was terrified that something might go wrong now, so close to the surgery.

his gaze steady, and his hands by his sides clenched and

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muscles in his

of him,

pale. She'd already fallen earlier tonight, and being shoved against the door

going on, Kennic...?" She felt there was something off about

a patient now? Think I can't do anything? I don't need your

didn't want others to treat

that there might be something wrong

was a normal

you think I'm feeling sorry for you?" Ophelia

I can still have our marriage registration

I want to be your wife." As the words left her mouth, Ophelia suddenly realized something. Her heart felt like it was tightly gripped, and for a moment, she could hardly breathe. She was wrong. She shouldn't have left him alone at Rosewood Manor

date drew near, Kenneth' nerves were undoubtedly stretched

slightest sensitive remark could easily break through the thin barrier

would worry,

had never felt

I'm sorry. I should've been there

his side. Even

sooner.

in his mind, tearing himself apart and piecing

words to push her away

forward, holding his cold hand with one of hers, while her

you're sick, my love for you won't lessen a bit. I love Kenneth, the good and the bad, everything about you..." Kenneth stared intently into her eyes, having never been chosen

long hair, with his

over, as if only by doing

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He was afraid.

They were all afraid.

ready to

she lived

on her tiptoes, mimicking his usual manner, and slowly kissed

She was slowly savoring.

time, she

as soon as she undid one button,