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Jilted Bride 102

Chapter 102

In the office, Kenneth rose from his wheelchair. His tall, lean frexuded an intimidating presence as he took

deliberate steps toward Emily.

"Mr. Sinclair..." Emily tightened her chin, her gaze lifting to meet his. Beneath her white fur coat, her cleavage

peeked through.

Watching Kenneth inch closer, Emily couldn't contain her excitement. A man and a woman alone in a room-what

he intended was obvious

"Mr. Sinclair, could you be a little gentler later?" Emily muttered, her face flushing red. She quickly lowered her

head, her fone syrupy and contrived. "Sure," Kenneth replied.

The moment he agreed, Emily slid her coat halfway off her shoulder. Her manicured fingers, painted in a delicate

pink. tentatively reached for Kenneth.

The next second, the cold barrel of a gun was pressed against Emily's forehead

"Do you think anyone who knows this secret is still alive?" Kenneth's voice was calm as if the gun in his hand

were a casual

accessory.

Emily's hand recoiled in a flash. All color drained from her face as her eyes widened in terror.

"Mr. Sinclair, I-l wasn't trying to threaten you. | swear, I'm just.. I'm really desperate. | can pretend | never knew

anything about this. Please, Mr. Sinclair, I'm begging you. Givea chance. Emily pleaded. Her breath was

quick, her mouth dry as she nervously swallowed. Trembling uncontrollably, she felt cold sweat drip down her

back, and her face etched with fear

Emily must have lost her mind to bring up such a thing with Kenneth Looking at the gaping barrel aimed at her,

she felt a chilling dread spread through her body,

Emily tried to step back, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor. She thought, 'Kenneth-what

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was | thinking. challenging someone like him? He wouldn't blink an eye before killing. He hadn't hesitated to

cripple his own brother. Why would I think he'd spare me

Regret flooded Emily. If only she had never chere, never met Kenneth.

The sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber echoed sharply through the silent office.

Emily scrambled backward, her voice trembling. "I was wrong, Mr. Sinclair. Please, I'm begging you.

ine. | was wrong

At this moment, the office door swung open. Emily's eyes flickered with hope as she glanced toward the

entrance, only to lock onto Ophelia's indifferent eyes,

"Why..why is it her? Emily's mind went blank. She glanced back at Kenneth and realized he had already lowered

the gun. She breathed a little easier. She thought. But Ophelia? What is she doing here? Does she have a death

wish, too?"

A flash of malice crossed Emily's eyes. Then, she saw Ophelia casually linking arms with Kenneth and showing

him something in her hand. "Darling, | got us two smoothies and a few pastries. Do you want to share!" Ophelia

asked, her voice light and cheerful. The tension in Kenneth's frvisibly eased the moment he saw Ophelia.

The harsh edge to his features softened, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. "Did you drive here

yourself?" He took the bags from her hands and placed them on the dining table, helping her out of her coat

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"Nope. Caleb droppedat With your security, there's no way I'd have made it in. What do you expectto

do? Scale all 88 floors with my bare hands? Ophelia teased.

"You wouldn't dare," Kenneth replied, playfully smacking Ophelia on the backside, like a parent scolding a

mischievous child.

They acted as if Emily wasn't even in the room, their affectionate gestures so familiar they resembled a long-

married. couple.

Emily was utterly dumbfounded, more shocked than when the gun had been aimed at her head. She thought,

'How is this possible? Ophelia and Kenneth?

Emily stared in disbelief. Kenneth's voice, usually so cold and detached when he spoke to her, was now soft and

tender as he spoke to Ophelia. She couldn't accept it. She screamed inwardly, Ophelia? How is she worthy of

this? Yet. Emily didn't dare utter a word. She was terrified the gun would be back in her face. Suddenly, a

memory from the film set flashed through her mind. Ophelia and that young man always hanging around her...

Could it be... Was that... Emily compared the figures and realized with a start that the man from back then

matched Kenneth perfectly. She thought, How on earth had Ophelia managed to ensnare him"

Ophelia settled into Kenneth's chair, her eyes casually scanning the decor of his office. It was only then that she

finally noticed the woman sprawled on the floor.

Resting her chin in her hand, Ophelia tilted her head and looked at Kenneth, who was leaning against his desk.

"Honey, did 1 cat a bad time? Am | interrupting something?" Kenneth chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on

Ophelia's mischievous expression "You are." He pulled the gun back out and handed it to her by the grip. "Want

"Sure." Ophelia cagerly took the gun, her hand dwarfed by his as he wrapped his fingers over hers.

At this moment, memories from before Ophelia's rebirth flooded back. Kenneth placed a gun in her hand, just

like now, avenging her enemies for her. But this time, she felt the warmth of his hand, his body pressed close

behind her, Emily, who had been watching, felt an icy terror crawl up her spine. Rage boiled within her. She

wanted to tear Ophelia apart. But reality hit her fast and hard.

Emily crawled toward Ophelia, all dignity abandoned. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she groveled.

"Ophelia, please. | was wrong. Beg Mr. Sinclair to spare me, please

The gun was now pointed directly at Emily. She wanted to run, but her legs had already turned to jelly.

"Bang!" A silenced gunshot rang out.

A bullet whizzed past Emily's ear, so close she could feel the heat of it graze her skin. Her breath hitched. Her

eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.

"This is no fun," Ophelia remarked, handing the gun back to Kenneth. Her clear and bright eyes seemed oddly

innocent despite the situation

Kenneth couldn't help but think, 'Is this little fox a bit more cunning than she looks?"

"Mark, Kenneth called out.

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In an instant, Mark appeared from outside. "Mr. Sinclair."

"Throw her out Kenneth ordered.

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Mark glanced at the unconscious Emily on the floor, then at Ophelia. He thought, "Her jealousy is terrifying

Without delay, Mark had the bodyguards swiftly remove Emily

Ophelia leaned back leisurely in Kenneth's chair, poking a straw into her smoothie. She took a long sip, savoring

the drink,

Ophelia thought. The Hastings family is bound to find out about my relationship with Kenneth sooner or later. In

this life, they are already learning the truth much later than in the past. Anyway, the Hastings won't last long.

What kind of storm could they possibly stir up betweenand Kenneth now?

"Want a taste?" Ophelia asked, offering Kenneth the cup. "Kevin gotone of these before. It's mixed fruits, and

it's really good. She brought the drink to his lips, chewing on the fruits herself.

Kenneth took a sip, his brows furrowing at first. After tasting it, he realized it wasn't bad and took another sip.

"Good, night?" Ophelia asked with a grin.

"Yeah," Kenneth agreed

Ophelia got up and opened the other flavor of smoothie. This one had all kinds of berries mixed in, but the

combination wasn't as tasty as the one she was holding.

Kenneth pulled Ophelia onto his lap, his long fingers threading through her hair. "What did you do today? Why'd

you come

so late!"

Ophelia replied, "I went shopping with Mrs. Carnegie in the morning and did sbeauty treatments. Then, we

had lunch Jogether. She said she would helppick a dress for the family party in two weeks." Kenneth's hand

rested on Ophelia's waist, and he remembered the tshe had drunkenly confided in him about wanting family.

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