Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 292 81% "What haven't I seen of you already? Getting shy now?" He even had seen her standing in front of him without any clothes. Kenneth leaned against the bathroom wall, showing no intention of leaving. There was amusement in his eyes as he casually adjusted his gold- rimmed glasses. His attitude seemed to say, "Go ahead. I'm watching!" Ophelia took a deep breath and kept her head down, avoiding his eyes. Next time, she'd hop to the bathroom on one leg rather than let him carry her.

Seeing she didn't move, Kenneth suddenly crouched in front of her, looking up at Ophelia with curious eyes. "What's wrong? Need a hand?" He wanted to help her take off her pants! Ophelia gave him an eye-roll and lightly pushed him. "No need!" Heat rushed to her cheeks immediately. She thought, "That darn man, naturally, he returns to his shameless ways. Has the poison really spread to his brain? Can't it just clear out the bad stuff in there?" After exiting the bathroom, Kenneth began checking her injuries. Apart from two deep wounds on her leg from the arrow storm, there were just sminor cuts.

The small scratch on her cheek had already scabbed over as Kenneth carefully applied ointment to it with a cotton swab. The wound on her shoulder was in a similar condition.

As Kenneth's cool fingers lightly brushed over her skin, Ophelia flinched slightly.

"Don't move." His careful examination of her wounds gave the impression of a true gentleman.

The shfrom being stared at by Kenneth suddenly reminded Ophelia of something. "Kenneth, earlier... did you really think the pajamas I was wearing didn't look good?" She had gathered all her courage to wear them for him.

It was the only tshe had been so forthcoming, yet he completely rejected her, and she remembered it to this day.

Kenneth paused, recalling the tduring the island vacation when she wore that black V-neck lace nightgown. His sharp eyes narrowed under his glasses, focusing on Ophelia on the bed as he let out a soft breath. He thought she could never not be beautiful.

At that time, if she had sat on his lap for even a second longer, he wouldn't have been able to keep up the pretense. She really had him completely captivated.

He pulled his gaze away and continued to apply the ointment to her with a serious expression. "Forgotten, try wearing it again sometime." His voice was calm, as if he truly didn't remember, but his Adam's apple betrayed him. Ophelia let out a light hum through her nose. "In your dreams." There was no way she would wear that again.

Ophelia said, "Do you know the saying goes, 'Miss this chance and it's gone forever?" Kenneth didn't say anything. After finishing bandaging her wound and securing the medical gauze, he got up and exhaled softly near her earlobe. "Actually... you look even better without it." Suddenly, Ophelia's cheeks turned burning red again. She thought, 'Look at this guy; he's not even pretending anymore. It felt like it had been ages since she last heard him talk this way. Kenneth's breath wandered along her neck, sending pleasant shivers through Ophelia's body. He propped himself up on the pillow beside her, his fingertips gently tracing the outline of her face. Ophelia said, "What are you doing? I..." 1/3 0.40 Chapter 292 81% +5 Kenneth lowered his head, capturing her soft lips, delivering a gentle yet commanding kiss. He kissed her so carefully, with a tenderness that seemed almost unreal.

Their breaths mingled, weaving through the air between them.. Ophelia lifted her hand to wrap around his neck, responding in kind.

Under his glasses, his deep eyes grew darker, filled with longing. After a moment, Kenneth paused, burying his face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. "Sleep," he muttered reluctantly. His rational mind reminded him that she was still recovering from her injury and shouldn't exert herself. Ophelia panted softly, held securely in his arms. "Really?" Ophelia's small hand rested on his waist. Kenneth stayed silent, while Ophelia gradually moved closer to him, feeling sleepiness overcoming her. She wasn't sure how much thad passed when she drowsily heard a deep, soothing voice near her ear.

He said, "Actually... you were stunning that day, strikingly gorgeous. I'm sorry... for making you feel so upset back then." He softly kissed her forehead, frowning with concern.

"Well... I forgive you. Once you're better, I'll wear it just for you. Ophelia murmured, her lips barely moving as she snuggled deeper into Kenneth's arms, her heavy eyelids shutting.

For the past few days, while she was recovering, Kenneth had been exercising great restraint. With glasses on, Kenneth appeared very proper and serious.

Ophelia also realized that since he started wearing glasses, his eyesight had been getting worse. Without his glasses, even if she was right in front of him, he couldn't see her clearly. Everything was a blur, near or far. On the day she left the hospital, Kenneth had someone bring a wheelchair. Ophelia recognized the wheelchair; it was the one Kenneth had used when he pretended to be inconvenient to walk.

"I can actually walk, so there's really no need for all this fuss." Sitting in the wheelchair made her feel like she was actually inconvenient to walk.

Especially since Kenneth lifted her into it, making her feel like a wife who's been taken care of by her husband for years. Kenneth said "The doston said to avoid moving as much as possible, so you need to rest properly." Ophelia was speechless and thought, 'Avoid moving as much as possible? The exercise from walking isn't even as intense as what they did in bed. How can he say that with a straight face?' Knowing she couldn't win against him and that reasoning was futile, she let Kenneth push her along.

They didn't go straight back to Rosewood Manor but first went to the place she had been staying recently to pick up sthings.

"So this is where you live?" Kenneth let out a soft snort, a dark expression bf his black beneath the brim of his baseball cap. Living right under his nose made it easy for him to find her.

Kenneth guided Ophelia into the elevator. He wore a black suit, followed by Caleb and Barrett, two burly men w... looked quite intimidating

With the four of them inside, the elevator felt very cramped. The people behind hesitated to gedan, casting looks at Ophelia in the wheelchair, as if expecting her to signal for help. Their expressions seemed to say, "Miss, if you're being kidnapped, just blink once." 09:46 Fri, Dec 6 G Chapter 292 Ophelia didn't understand-their looks until the elevator doors closed, and she realized in the mirror why they had those expressions.

Sitting in the wheelchair, it appeared as if she was being held hostage by the three men behind her. She worried that people outside might call the police.

The elevator slowly rose to the floor where Ophelia lived. Kenneth glanced at the door across the hall with a meaningful look.