Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 103

Chapter 103

Kenneth said. "The Carnegie family seems alright. Are you getting along well

"You already gave them instructions. How could they not be?" Ophelia thought, "They have to be nice because of

Kenneth. didn't they?

Kenneth said, "I only spoke to Mr. Theo"

Ophelia paused mid-sip of her smoothie. "Wait, so you're saying Mrs. Carnegie and the others don't know about

us?"

"Maybe, but it's possible Mr. Theo mentioned it Kenneth's eyes were fixed on Ophelia like he couldn't get enough.

Ophelia chewed on the fruits, her lips pouting slightly, cheeks puffing up like a little squirrel.

Deep down. Ophelia was perfectly aware of how people treated her. After all, she had learned the hard way in

her last life. This time, Ophelia wasn't about to open her heart so easily. If even her own family, bound by blood,

had used and discarded her, what could she expect from these people, tied only by convenience and profit?

It was best not to take them too seriously. Just as Ophelia swallowed the fruit, Kenneth kissed her.

Ophelia thought Kenneth would stop quickly, considering they were in the office. But no-he only grew bolder,

leaving her breathless, She said, "Kenneth, this is the office.

"I know, Kenneth replied.

Ophelia tensed in Kenneth's arms, her eyes darting nervously toward the door, terrified someone might burst in

at any

moment.

Kenneth held Ophelia's head in place, refusing to let her get distracted. He gently stroked her hair like he was

calming a ruled cat. The more she stiffened, the more mischievous he became, chuckling softly against her lips

Ophelia thought. He is so shameless."

Just then a knock cat the door. "Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Patrick is here."

Ophelia's entire body trembled uncontrollably from the tension, shrinking into Kenneth's arms as if trying to

become

invisible.

Fortunately, this time, Mark was smart enough not to barge in

"Should | hide somewhere?" Ophelia asked, worried about causing trouble for Kenneth...

Ophelia glanced at the upstairs lounge, but the staircase was made of transparent glass. If she went up now,

Patrick, who was outside, might see her. Then, her eyes drifted to the space under the desk. "No need." Kenneth

said.

"I'm just checking on my brother. Why can't | cin?" Patrick's voice rang out from beyond the door.

Kenneth sat back in his wheelchair, his expression returning to its usual indifference..

The office door swung open from the outside.

Patrick, pushed in by a bodyguard, sucered. "Fresh out of the hospital and already on a business trip. You really

are working yourself to the bone for the Sinclair family's empire, huh?"

Ophelia had Patrick figured out-he loved getting under peoples skin. His words were a nasty dig, as if Kenneth

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more than a disposable tool slaving away for the Sinclair family

Ophelia's gaze turned icy as she looked at Patrick in the wheelchair.

Patrick noticed there was someone else in the room. He looked Ophelia, scanning her like an object. He smirked

slyly "Well, well so you've started fooling around with women now? He thought, | gotta admit, this bastard has a

decent taste. Patrick said, "You're young. Why waste your twith a bastand You should be with me. I'm the

eldest son in the Sinclair family. Look at the guy next to you. He won't last much longer. Best to find yourself a

new branch to hang on before this one snaps." Ophelia smiled, though her eyes were sharp as ice, "Mr. Patrick,

your mouth is still as foul as ever. Seems like that injection you got at the hospital was a waste" Patrick's eyes

narrowed. He was puzzled. Meeting Ophelia's inns ent, doe-like gaze, a realization hit him-she was the nurse

from the hospital. "Damn it, it's you?" With one leg left, your mouth is still filthy. You're just asking for trouble"

Ophelia's gaze fell on the gun under the desk. She had the wild urge to take Patrick's other leg

Patrick's greatest insecurity was his missing leg. Her words cut derp Kage surged through him as he tried to

stand, but his body failedHum. His eyes blazed with murderous intent. "You bitch You're only good enough to-

"Bang" A gunshot rang out, and a bullet tore through Patrick's other leg.

Patrick froze, his eyes wide in horror as he looked toward Kenneth, who had not only fired the shot but was now

standing

Kenneth said. "If you didn't w

want your leg, all you had to do was say

1. so.

Patrick looked down at the bleeding hole in his calf, and the delayed wave of pain hit him, making it impossible

for him to think. His agonized scream filled the office. "Kill him....".

At this moment, Caleb and the others burst through the door, guns pointed at Patrick's bodyguards.

The room was locked in a tense standoff.

Patrick cursed "You you bastard Filthy illegitimate scum! How dare you lay a hand on me-

"Bang" Another shot rang out, this tfrom Ophelia, who had picked up the gun under the desk. The sound was

deafening

silencer.

The bullet hit Patrick's leg again. Ophelia batted her lashes innocently, a fleeting glint of menace in her eyes.

"Oops, my bad. The gun misfired.". Kenneth took her gun hand in his, gently enveloping her fingers with his own.

"Does your hand hurt?"

"Mmm, Ophelia murmured. Her already pure and captivating delicate face now looked even more fragile, making

Kenneth's protective instincts soar.

Caleb glanced over casually. He thought, 'Is this gentle, delicate girl the sone who had just fired off a bullet

like a boss?

Kenneth gently blew on Ophelia's palm. At this moment, it was like they were in their own world, completely

ignoring Patrick writhing on the ground in agony.

"Kenneth, Ill kill you! Just you wait, Patrick, drenched in sweat from the pain, looked as pale as a corpse. Blood

from his leg had already stained the carpet. "Damn it, hurry. Getto a hospital." He couldn't afford to lose this

leg The bodyguards quickly wheeled Patrick out of the room.

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The air was thick with the sharp scent of blood.

"Why did you shoot him, hmm?" Kenneth's tone was like scolding a child caught playing with a toy.

"I shot for the sreason you shot him." Ophelia thought, ‘How could | not? Someone dared to call my husband

a bastard. Of course, | had to teach him a lesson."

Kenneth felt a strange, unexplainable flutter in his chest. Staring at the small, fiery woman before him, a spark of

pride flickered deep within. He grabbed her by the nape, his gaze deepening, swirling with an intensity that

could swallow her whole. Caleb, Mark, and the others immediately sensed the shift and wisely slipped out,

closing the door behind them to give the couple privacy.

Kenneth said, "From now on, stay behind me. Got that? No more pulling stunts like that. It's too dangerous."

"Oh still, Ophelia thought, ‘Dangerous? What was dangerous about a cripple like Patrick? Why would | be afraid

of him? In this life, as long as she stood by Kenneth's side, she wasn't afraid even if the whole world becher

enemy. Kenneth bit Ophelia's lip in playful punishment.

"Go on." Ophelia thrust her hand out again, expecting him to keep soothing it.

Kenneth, clearly unable to handle Ophelia's teasing, pulled her in by the head and kissed her deeply.

Ophelia thought, 'Wait, what? | wanted him to blow on my hand, not this!