Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 338

Before Ophelia could respond, Kenneth had already started moving.

There was a large, deep purple bruise below the girl's shoulder blade, probably from when she caught Sharon and bumped against the steps.

Kenneth furrowed his brow, and the intention in his eyes gradually faded.

He asked, "What happened?"

His voice was already coated with a layer of frost.

"There was a bit of a situation tonight." She recounted what happened and caught the man's concerned look, quickly explaining, "It's nothing. It doesn't hurt."

She pulled her shirt back on over her head and tidied her hair.

A sly look flashed in Ophelia's pretty eyes, like a little fox.

It was impossible not to hurt.

How come? Kenneth frowned even more.

He said nothing, got off the bed, and carried her to the bathroom.

The sound of running water started.

Kenneth helped her bathe as if caring for a child. Despite sighing and frowning, his actions were still gentle.

Ophelia watched him with pursed lips, thinking he'd be a great dad one day.

"What are you smiling about?" Kenneth's tone was firm, lacking patience, but his eyes remained gentle.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "The reason I ran out today is because Sharon is pregnant, almost three months. Time flies, doesn't it? There was no sign of it when I visited the film set after New Year." Kenneth was applying body wash when his lather-covered hands paused. He thought, 'Is she implying something to me?'

"No." His tone was calm and serious.

Ophelia was taken aback, looking at him through the mist.

She didn't mean it. She just wanted to share something happy with him. But since the topic came up, she wanted to explore it further.

aren't we planning to have a baby

with his warm

faint scars from before, nearly

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"Maybe," Kenneth replied.

if things improved, he

off the topic. "Let me help

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Chapter 338

her a cold look "No

to torture him in this

shower, Ophelia sat at the vanity in a white robe, looking at Kenneth

carefully drying her long,

picked up the hairdryer and dried

spread from the top of her head, casing away her

sleepy,

dry, drowsiness slowly overcame her, and

out a long breath. His fingers tangled in

watched her, with his gaze soft and

morning, Ophelia woke up nestled in the man's

open, as sharp and vigilant

voice was slightly

soft and sweet. Her sleepy eyes stared at Kenneth silhouetted against the light. His features were deep and chiseled, catching a glint of light that cast a

to him, she

tender

next second, she realized

sleep well,"

with his voice as pleasant as a cello

hours... that's what you promised me last night." Suddenly, his voice didn't

a

instead of beating around the bush? Kenneth laughed instead of getting angry, and his smile

my back