Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 290 Chapter 290 95%8 "Kenneth Sinclair, are you stalking me?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow, her tone casual, and her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

Kenneth crossed his arms and leaned against the couch by the hospital bed, his chin slightly raised, showing his usual arrogance. "So what?" If he hadn't been following her, he wouldn't know she had ridden in another man's car.

"So... were you at the city hall that day?" Ophelia asked, her heart skipping a beat involuntarily.

Meeting her nervous eyes, Kenneth gave a slight nod and lowered his gaze. "Yes." Of course, he went. In his heart, he felt as if he'd already gotten the marriage license with his little one.

Ophelia thought, 'So, he was there all along? So, that night at the bar, I wasn't mistaken? Was that man really Kenneth? Countless times when she thought he wasn't around, he was by her side. She trusted him and never doubted him from the start.

"You still haven't answered my question. Who was that guy?" Kenneth insisted, leaning forward with his hands on the edge of the bed.

He gently lifted Ophelia's chin with his finger. She could feel how carefully he applied pressure with his fingers. Ophelia calmly explained, "Just a neighbor, that's all." With his jealous nature, he pushed her away but couldn't help secretly following her, watching her, and feeling quietly jealous.

She thought, 'How did he manage to hold back? And, how much courage did it take for him to let go and pushaway?' Thinking about this, she felt a pang of heartache.

"How did you know I was in danger this time? Did Chloe find you?" When she escaped the fire and saw Chloe, she had a hunch. She didn't expect Jonathan to be there too.

Mentioning Chloe, Kenneth lowered his gaze, thinking about how to tell Ophelia about her identity when there was a knock on the hospital room door. "Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Stevens wants to cin and see Mrs. Sinclair." "Tell her she's already asleep." Kenneth replied indifferently.

Without waiting for Ophelia to say anything, he pulled the blanket over them, carefully avoiding her injuries, and held her gently in his arms. "You need to rest now. I'm here with you and not leaving." Ophelia's restless heart finally found comfort. She adjusted her position, laying her head on Kenneth's arm and nestling close to his chest.

Listening to his strong, steady heartbeat, she felt completely at ease. Yet, her small hand still held tightly to the hem of his shirt.

She must have been really frightened. Kenneth pressed a kiss onto her forehead, gently comforting her by rubbing her back with his hand.

He said, "Little one, have you thought it through? Do you know what you'll be facing if you stay with me?" He didn't know when he might go blind and be unable to see her, or when his life would end. He wasn't sure how long he could be with her. Chapter 290 Dec @.95% "Consider it." Kenneth stressed each word, his dark, deep eyes constantly looking into the eyes of Ophelia in his arms. She knew about his illness, and she still had the opportunity to change her mind. "I have thought it through. I've known for a long time." He underestimated her feelings for him. She wouldn't let him die If that day ever came, no matter if it's heaven or hell, she'd go with him.

Ophelia was truly exhausted, and holding out till now was already her limit. She buried her head in Kenneth's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and soon fell asleep. She'd never slept so soundly before. Kenneth watched Ophelia in his arms throughout the night.

The next morning, Ophelia slept until dawn. She opened her eyes and immediately met Kenneth's elegant and deep gaze. He was still there with her.

She thought, 'Does he watchthe entire night without sleeping?' Unable to resist, Ophelia snuggled closer, rubbing her cheek against his chest like they had on countless mornings before.

"Does your wound hurt?" he asked.

Ophelia shook her head. She could endure it.

"What would you like to eat? I can have someone get breakfast for us." His deep morning voice had a hoarse, cello-like magnetism. "What tis it?" "It's still early. Go back to sleep a bit longer." Kenneth murmured, gently brushing the stray hair from her face.

He cupped her face and kissed the corner of her mouth. He was so careful, treating her like a rare gem, afraid of hurting her.

Judging by the sun's position, it actually wasn't that early anymore.

She couldn't stay in bed any longer. Kenneth couldn't afford any delays; now that she had a way, she needed to quickly find the poison bug for him.

Outside the door, Caleb gently knocked twice and whispered "Mr. Sinclair Ms Stevens is at the door and would like to see Mrs. Sinclair." "Let her in." Ophelia said, speaking before Kenneth could say anything.

Kenneth got up, adjusted his clothes, and sat back in the chair by the bed. Chloe cin with Wyatt, carrying a thermal food box in her hand.

Wyatt ran to Ophelia's bedside, looking at her hand with the IV tape on it. He gently held it in his chubby little hands and said, "Ophelia, does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt. Ophelia said, ruffling his hair, then looked at Chloe. "Thank you, Chloe."

Every tshe encountered troubles, she bothered Chloe. If it weren't for Chloe finding Kenneth, Ophelia and Kenneth might not have cleared the have also quickly. And they might be apart longer. "Eat something first." Chloe said, placing the insulated food boxes on the dining table and setting the breakfast and light 09:46 Thu, Dec 5 GAG Chapter 290 porridge in front of her "Mr. Sinclair, you should eat something too." Chloe invited Kenneth.

Kenneth said, "Thank you for your kind offer, Ms. Davidson." As Kenneth finished speaking, Ophelia paused, looking at Kenneth and then at Chloe. She thought, 'Ms. Davidson?'