Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

hapter 337 The massive LCD TV resounded with the sounds of battle.

"Bang bang..." Gunshots blasted from the speakers, sounding almost real as if they were whizzing past her ears. 'Does he turn up the volout of anger?' thought Lisa.

Lisa cout of the kitchen, carefully walked up to Ophelia, and handed her a pair of slippers from the nearby shoe rack.

She said, "Miss, Mr. Sinclair has been playing games all night." Sure enough, he was upset.

Ophelia put on her slippers, went around to the man's back, and wrapped her arms around his neck like a gentle kitten. Her nose gently nudged and rubbed against his neck. "Hubby..." The girl's voice was sweet, as sweet as honey.

It was completely different from her distant demeanor when outside.

Kenneth ignored her and turned off the game. The screen went black and reflected his cold, handsface. He carelessly tossed the gcontroller onto the gray marble coffee table. Ophelia said, "Honey, are you angry? I'm sorry I chlate She didn't expect the film festival to last so long. Beyond the awards, there were various song performances and other events.

She kept checking the time.

Kenneth didn't say a word, gently moved her smooth, pale arms aside, and went straight upstairs.

Ophelia didn't dare to complain. She followed him and wrapped her arm around his. "Honey, tonight... can we just do whatever you want?" This seemed the only way to calm him now.

Kenneth was unfazed, not even blinking an eye.

His deep, blue eyes revealed no emotion.

She continued, "Didn't we agree before? No silent treatments, right? If something's bothering you, just tell me, You decide how to solve it, and I'll do what you say." Kenneth paused at the bedroom door on the third floor, turned his head slightly, and pressed his thin lips together, looking like he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. Finally, he stayed quiet. Seeing his expression, Ophelia felt a jolt in her heart and fixed her eyes on his sharp, intense gaze.

She thought, 'What's wrong? Could it be...?" "Are you feeling sick?" After asking, her heart leaped into her throat, and she felt as if all the warmth had left her hands and feet.

She was terrified that something might go wrong now, so close to the surgery.

Kenneth frowned deeply, with his gaze steady, and his hands by his sides clenched and released repeatedly.

1/4 Γ 11:54 Sun, Dec 15 G Chapter 337 The muscles in his sharp-featured jaw twitched slightly.

He suddenly turned, pulled the girl in front of him, and pressed her firmly against the door.

Ophelia turned pale. She'd already fallen earlier tonight, and being shoved against the door by him now felt like it was shaking her to her very core.

"What's going on, Kennic...?" She felt there was something off about Kenneth today.

Kenneth let out a cold laugh. "Do you think ofas a patient now? Think I can't do anything? I don't need your pity." Kenneth didn't want others to treat him as a patient.

That instinctive feeling that there might be something wrong with his body was very unsettling.

He was a normal person, not a patient.

"I... do you think I'm feeling sorry for you?" Ophelia asked.

Kenneth straightened up, "Ophelia, I'm giving you one more chance. I can still have our marriage registration erased from the records..

Ophelia replied, "I don't need it. I don't want those chances, even if you gavea thousand. I want to be your wife." As the words left her mouth, Ophelia suddenly realized something. Her heart felt like it was tightly gripped, and for a moment, she could hardly breathe. She was wrong. She shouldn't have left him alone at Rosewood Manor for so long.

As the surgery date drew near, Kenneth' nerves were undoubtedly stretched tight.

Even the slightest sensitive remark could easily break through the thin barrier he'd built around his heart. He would overthink, he would worry, and he would struggle.

He had never felt secure.

Ophelia said, "Kennie, I'm sorry. I should've been there for you all along." Before the surgery, she should have been by his side. Even if there were matters to deal with, she should have returned sooner.

While she was away, he must have envisioned countless scenarios in his mind, tearing himself apart and piecing himself back together repeatedly.

That was why he spoke those words to push her away once more.

Ophelia stepped forward, holding his cold hand with one of hers, while her other hand touched his chiseled cheek, with her eyes meeting his bloodshot gaze.

"Kennie, you're just unwell, and that's all. Even if you're sick, my love for you won't lessen a bit. I love Kenneth, the good and the bad, everything about you..." Kenneth stared intently into her eyes, having never been chosen so decisively before.

"Elja... Kenneth's fingers brushed through her long hair, with his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

He called her nhoarsely, over and over, as if only by doing so could he be sure of her presence and feel secure.

2/4 < Chapter 337 He was afraid.

They were all afraid.

But she was ready to face everything.

In this life, she lived only for Kenneth.

Ophelia stood on her tiptoes, mimicking his usual manner, and slowly kissed his lips.

She was slowly savoring.

This time, she took the initiative.

Her slender, fair fingers unbuttoned his collar, but as soon as she undid one button, his hand caught hers.

B 78% "You said it yourself," Kenneth said, with his voice slightly raspy from not speaking for a while, but the unease in his tone had already faded.

"What?" Ophelia looked up, with her eyes filled with a clear, water-like purity.

"You'll do what I say," he murmured.

She didn't remember saying that.

She had said so many things, but he only remember that one sentence.

"You said you'll do what I say. Don't take it back, Elia..." The last words t rolled off his tongue seductively.

making her heart tremble, completely different from just now. Kenneth caused a scene like this just for...

"Four hours..." Four hours of what? Ophelia watched him warily, with her hands suddenly trembling.

She stepped back half a step, with her back pressed tightly against the door. Kenneth curved his lips into a mischievous smile and turned the doorknob.

Ophelia, unsteady on her feet, leaned e, backward. Just as she was about to lose her balance, the man's-strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her snugly into his embrace.

"Where did that boldness go, hmm?" Kenneth pressed close to her delicate ear, with his teeth gently grazing it.

Kenneth could always find her most sensitive spots. Just a touch and her whole body went limp.

Kenneth gently but firmly steered her onto the bed.

His hands, warming up, brushed over her back, holding her securely m Through the thin summer fabric, he gradually traced the curves of her softness. His kiss on her lips becdeeper and lingered.

As he hugged her tightly, a sharp pain surged through her back.

"Ouch..." Ophelia couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

With dim light falling on her face, Kenneth paused his actions.

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