Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 338 Before Ophelia could respond, Kenneth had already started moving.

There was a large, deep purple bruise below the girl's shoulder blade, probably from when she caught Sharon and bumped against the steps.

Kenneth furrowed his brow, and the intention in his eyes gradually faded.

He asked, "What happened?" His voice was already coated with a layer of frost.

"There was a bit of a situation tonight." She recounted what happened and caught the man's concerned look, quickly explaining, "It's nothing. It doesn't hurt." She pulled her shirt back on over her head and tidied her hair.

A sly look flashed in Ophelia's pretty eyes, like a little fox.

It was impossible not to hurt.

How come? Kenneth frowned even more.

He said nothing, got off the bed, and carried her to the bathroom.

The sound of running water started.

Kenneth helped her bathe as if caring for a child. Despite sighing and frowning, his actions were still gentle. Ophelia watched him with pursed lips, thinking he'd be a great dad one day.

"What are you smiling about?" Kenneth's tone was firm, lacking patience, but his eyes remained gentle. Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "The reason I ran out today is because Sharon is pregnant, almost three months. Tflies, doesn't it? There was no sign of it when I visited the film set after New Year." Kenneth was applying body wash when his lather-covered hands paused. He thought, 'Is she implying something to me?' "No." His tone was calm and serious.

Ophelia was taken aback, looking at him through the mist.

She didn't mean it. She just wanted to share something happy with him. But since the topic cup, she wanted to explore it further.

"After your surgery is done, aren't we planning to have a baby too?" she asked.

Kenneth lowered his gaze, with his warm hands full of thick bubbles.

She had sfaint scars from before, nearly blending in with her skin, barely noticeable.

AX "Maybe," Kenneth replied.

He couldn't make her any promises now, but if things improved, he would do whatever she asked.

Ophelia brushed off the topic. "Lethelp you." 1/3 Εί 11:54 Sun, Dec 15 OG Chapter 338 Kenneth gave her a cold look "No need." It wasn't necessary to torture him in this way.

After a shower, Ophelia sat at the vanity in a white robe, looking at Kenneth behind her in the mirror.

He was carefully drying her long, wet hair.

He picked up the hairdryer and dried her hair meticulously.

The warm air spread from the top of her head, casing away her weariness.

The blow-dry made her feel somewhat sleepy, and her eyes were barely open.

Once her hair was dry, drowsiness slowly overcher, and she didn't even remember how she ended up in bed.

Holding the sleeping girl in his arms, Kenneth let out a long breath. His fingers tangled in her hair, with the scent of her shampoo and body wash lingering at his nose.

He just watched her, with his gaze soft and tender.

The next morning, Ophelia woke up nestled in the man's arms, with her head peeking out from his chest.

Kenneth' eyes suddenly snapped open, as sharp and vigilant as a beast's.

"Awake?" the man's voice was slightly husky.

"Yeah." In the early morning, Ophelia's voice was soft and sweet. Her sleepy eyes stared at Kenneth silhouetted against the light. His features were deep and chiseled, catching a glint of light that cast a gentle glow on his cheek. "How did you sleep?" he asked.

Next to him, she naturally slept soundly.

"Mm-hmm." A soft, tender sound escaped her lips.

But in the next second, she realized what he meant by the question.

"I... didn't sleep well," she said.

"Heh..." Kenneth chuckled, with his voice as pleasant as a cello melody.

"Four hours... that's what you promisedlast night." Suddenly, his voice didn't sound so pleasant.

"Kenneth, are you a devil." she cried.

Four hours, it would kill her. Couldn't he have just said it outright instead of beating around the bush? Kenneth laughed instead of getting angry, and his smile was truly charming.

"Kenneth, my back hurts..." Ophelia said.

"I already applied ointment on you last night," Kenneth replied.

After she fell asleep, he massaged her with Tiger Balm.

Huh? She moved a little, and sure enough, it didn't hurt anymore. Chapter 338 No wonder she had caught faint scent of Tiger Balm.

"Anything else you want to say?" Kenneth looked at her intently! "I'm... I'm hungry..." Ophelia said.

"I'll make you snoodles in a bit." He would cook them himself.

Not giving her a chance to speak further, Kenneth continged what they hadn't finished last night. By the tthey were done, it was almost noon.

Ophelia picked up her phone and saw two missed calls from Cody.

Before she could call back, the phone rang again.

"Boss, there's a bit of a problem with relocating the slum residents." "What's happening?" Her voice was a bit hoarse.

"It's not going smoothly. The slum residents don't trust politicians and are refusing to cooperate." "Alright, I get it," sighed Ophelia.

After hanging up, Ophelia looked serious. She had expected this to happen.

Noticing a tense atmosphere in the room, she looked up to see Kenneth standing at the doorway with a bowl of noodles. "Are you going back to work?" he asked.

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