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.

surgery is done, aren't we planning to

his warm hands full

faint scars from before, nearly blending in with her skin, barely

AX

"Maybe," Kenneth replied.

make her any promises now, but if things improved, he would do

brushed off the topic. "Let

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her a

necessary to torture him

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

drying her

hairdryer and dried her hair

the top of

feel somewhat sleepy,

was dry, drowsiness slowly overcame her, and she didn't even

girl in his arms, Kenneth let out a long breath. His fingers tangled

her, with his

Ophelia woke up nestled in the man's arms, with her

suddenly snapped open, as

voice was

eyes stared at Kenneth silhouetted against the light. His features were deep

him, she

soft, tender sound escaped her

the next second, she realized what he meant by

didn't sleep well," she

his voice as

you promised me last night." Suddenly, his voice didn't

are you a

it would kill her. Couldn't he have just said it outright instead of beating around the bush? Kenneth laughed instead of getting angry, and his smile was

my back