Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Ophelia nodded. "There's something I need to handle, but... it would be great if you could come with me. We'll be back soon."

She knew he liked feeling needed by her. It was his weakness.

Kenneth didn't say anything and placed the bowl of noodles on the coffee table. His face showed no emotions, but the tension in the air had vanished,

The delicious aroma of the noodles drifted from the bowl. Ophelia was already hungry, and sitting on the bed with such a delightful smell around made her stomach rumble. After all that morning exercise, she was already worn out.

She thought about getting out of bed but decided to stay.

"Honey, give me a hug," she said, reaching out her arms and playfully coaxing Kenneth

Kenneth glanced up, and his eyes had a deep crease that added an even more enigmatic charm to them.

He gave Ophelia a casual look, walked over to the bed, picked her up like a child, and carried her to the couch.

Ophelia was secretly pleased, wrapping her arms around the man's neck like a sly little for

This trick never failed to work.

The noodles on the table were golden and tempting, with pan-fried beef and a soft-boiled egg that made it hard not to salivate.

She first satisfied her sense of smell, taking an exaggerated deep breath.

"Smells so good." Her voice was sweet, though slightly husky.

Instant noodles with the Kenneth touch were just extraordinary.

Kenneth sat on the single-seater sofa opposite her, with his legs crossed and fingers fiddling with the ring on his ring finger ás he gazed at Ophelia in front of him.

It depended on who cooked it.

Ophelia picked up her chopsticks and started feasting, asking between bites, "Will you come with me later? The people in the slum don't trust politicians much, so it's been tough getting things settled." "Do you want me to come with you?" Kenneth asked.

"Of course." Ophelia nodded while slurping her noodles.

She could have gone by herself, but she didn't want to leave Kenneth behind, in case he overthought things. Going together

was nice.

Kenneth raised an eyebrow. "Alright."

a hint

for this charm. She

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best, honey," she

was good as long as she

you go," he

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out, and Aaron drove towards the outskirts

weren't many cars heading out of the city, especially

light, their black Maybach passed a

seat of the Bentley was a middle-aged man in his forties, looking like an assistant. "Hey, isn't that Mr. Sinclair's

That was true.

both the assistant and

low-profile car. The license plate wasn't flashy, but many people still

in the Gloomhaven that requires Kenneth himself?" the assistant

tailored suit looked back once more, with a flicker of hard-to-read

eyes.

follow them and check the situation,"

the assistant

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slum, two

the relocation, stood on one side

who didn't understand what was happening. The rest were middle-aged people in their forties and

us into leaving. This is ancestral land, handed

it can't be touched."

we can't mess

truth? What if

don't care about our

they would truly have no

young men,

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said they needed to protect the elders and

else cowered together in fear when they saw

ocean breeze in the slum brought a foul

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doesn't matter how nicely you talk, does it? A bunch of ungrateful lower-class people, tch..." "Lower-class

seemed deeply ingrained in the identity of

to stand up and refute it, as if

1. it.