Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 261

Chapter 261

In the study of the hotel suite, Kenneth leaned back against the gay leather chair.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"Mr. Sinclair, here's the coffee you requested. The waitress from yesterday entered, carefully placing the coffee

beside Kenneth.

She glanced around the room and, not seeing Mrs. Sinclair, beca little bolder. "Mr. Sinclair, do you have a

headache? My father often gets them. A successful person like you must be overworking your brain with how

busy you are." "Actually, | know a little bit of massage therapy. Would you liketo help you relax?" she asked.

Kenneth closed his eyes. "What tis it?" His voice was still as cold as ever.

The waitress glanced at the clock. "It's already past twelve."

Ophelia should be back by now.

Kenneth didn't respond and put his glasses back on.

The waitress, confused but unwilling to ask more, stood silently.

A moment later, she glanced at the clock again. "Mr. Sinclair, have you had lunch yet? Should | prepare lunch for

you and Mrs. Sinclair?"

"Yes," Kenneth answered shortly.

The waitress quickly went off to have lunch prepared.

When Ophelia returned, she had picked up two decent-looking meals on the way.

g table. As she walked in, she saw two restaurant servers setting the food down on the dining

She placed the takeout in front of the marble dining table, eager to take the cartoon figurine she had bought into

the study

Inside the study, Kenneth sat

The waitress held a frus behind the desk, with a waitress standing beside him.

tplatter

and was standing close to Kenneth.

"Hello, Mrs. Sinclair," the waitress greeted her.

The waitress gave Ophelia a slight nod, but she didn't move to make space, even as Ophelia walked closer.

Kenneth, sitting in front of the laptop, didn't speak.

His gaze was still fixed on the laptop under his glasses, not even lifting his eyelids, offering no reaction.

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Ophelia tightened her grip on the paper bag in her hand and didn't take out the contents right away.

"Still busy?" Ophelia asked.

After she spoke, she gave the waitress a faint, uninterested glance.

Kenneth remained silent, completely ignoring her.

"You haven't had lunch yet, have you? | got sfood. Cout and eat with me. I'm starving," Ophelia said.

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"Okay, Kenneth repliettaskly, his tone unchanged from before

Ophelia's heart sank a little, feeling uncomfortable. Especially wh Kenneth being so indifferent to her in front of

another

woman

Maybe there really are important things he needs to handle at the company, Ophelia thought to herself.

"I'll wait for you outside, Ophelia said, turning to leave the study

As soon as she left, the waitress's lips curled into a smug smile, thinking, 'Looks like Mrs. Sinclair's position in Mr.

Sinclair's heart isn't as high as | thought

"Mr. Sinclair, | think Mrs. Sinclair seems a little upset," the waitress said, offering the fruit platter in front of him.

"Get lost," Kenneth replied, his voice completely devoid of warmth.

The waitress froze, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air.

"Mr. Sinclair..." she said in a voice so small it was almost a whisper, clearly unwilling to accept the dismissal.

Kenneth raised his eyes, his sharp gaze fixing directly on the waitress.

The cold, intimidating aura surrounding him was enough to make anyone step back. The waitress quickly pulled

her hands back and hurriedly left the room, looking timid.

After leaving the study, Ophelia glanced at the things in her hands. The smile that had been on her face earlier

had completely faded.

Soon after, Kenneth emerged from the study.

"It's already daytime. Why are you still wearing glasses?" Ophelia asked, slightly uncomfortable. She had never

quite gotten used to it, and something about this version of Kenneth seemed off. Although Kenneth still looked

handswith the glasses, his eyes seemed more distant, different from before.

"They're for protection," Kenneth answered. He took off his glasses and set them aside, then began eating.

During the meal, neither of them spoke a word.

Kenneth didn't even ask where she had been this morning.

Ophelia looked up at him and noticed his left hand was empty, lying on the table.

She then looked at the hand holding the fork in his right hand. The ring she had given him yesterday was still

missing.

"Where's the ring | gave you?" Ophelia asked.

Kenneth casually raised his hand and glanced at it. "It must not have been the right fit. | don't know when it fell

off." Kenneth's tone made it sound as if he had lost something insignificant. Ophelia's heart sank as if someone

had dealt a heavy blow to her chest. Her throat felt constricted, like it was blocked by a cotton ball.

"It's fine. I'll look for it later." Ophelia's eyes darkened, and her words seemed more like an attempt to comfort

herself. The meal continued, but Ophelia couldn't enjoy it.

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Is Kenneth mad at me? Did | stay out too long this morning? she thought to herself. Suddenly, she felt like it was

her fault.

She got out of the pool, took a shower, and changed into the pajamas Kenneth liked."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Ophelia felt a little shy and put on a bathrobe over her pajamas.. She walked to

the study, where Kenneth, wearing glasses, was staring intently at his laptop, glance at her, his voice as cold as

ice.

"Is there something you need?" Kenneth lifted his eyelids For a moment, Ophelia thought she had misjudged the

situation

Kenneth's gaze felt as distant as if he were looking at a stranger.

She suddenly lost the courage to remove the bathrobe.

"No, | just wanted to check if we have any plans for the afternoon?" Ophelia asked.

Kenneth checked the ton his watch. "I'm busy."

Ophelia nodded obediently, thinking for a moment before gathering her courage to ask, "Are you mad at me?"

Otherwise, why is he so cold? Could he be pretending?’ Ophelia wondered.

Taking a deep breath, Ophelia didn't wait for Kenneth's response and quickly untied the robe.

The bathrobe slipped off.

Ophelia was wearing a black V-neck pajama set underneath, the skirt short and lace-trimmed.

With her delicate skin, the outfit was irresistibly alluring.

Kenneth's throat involuntarily moved, his brows furrowing tightly as his breath quickened.

He forced himself to look away, trying to avoid being drawn in.

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"There's an urgent matter with the Death Guild. You should go out and have fun on your own. "Kenneth turned

his head, focusing on the laptop screen, though he couldn't read a single word.

However, the next second, Ophelia walked around the desk and sat in his lap, her clear eyes locked on his.

"Are you sure? You wantto go alone?" Ophelia asked.

Before Kenneth could answer, her lips pressed against his, slowly overwhelming whatever sanity he had left.

"Ophelia!" Her nslipped through Kenneth's teeth.

Ophelia paused, looking at him with a hurt expression. "You... don't like it?"

It was the first tOphelia had been so bold, wearing such pajamas. These were the ones Kenneth had bought

for her a long tago. Seeing his cold eyes, she immediately deflated.

"Is it that | don't look good in it?" Ophelia asked.

Kenneth could feel Ophelia's nervous tension as she sat in his lap. Even the exposed part of her back was stiff

and uneas Just the thought of her wearing something like this for another man one day, after he's gone, filled his

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Yes. Kenneth answered without hesitation

He swiftly removed his glasses, his vision blurred and far less tolerate than seeing her in such a seductive state.

Tine, | won't wear it again. Ophelia said as she stood up from lap, picked up the bathrobe from the floor, wrapped

in around herself, and quickly left the study.

The entire afternoon, Kenneth didn't leave the study.

Late at night, Ophelia was asleep.

Kenneth finally emerged from the study, gazing at Ophelia, who was peacefully resting in bed. His eyes, under

the lenses, gradually softened.

Kenneth's finger gently traced Ophelia's cheek.

Ophelia wasn't sleeping soundly. As someone approached, she woke up groggily and saw Kenneth sitting at the

edge of her

bed.

She reached out and took his hand. "Has everything with the Death Guild been taken care of?"

Kenneth immediately withdrew his hand. "Yes."

The warmth vanished from her hand, and Ophelia couldn't tell if she was dreaming or if it was reality.

She just stared at Kenneth, dazed.

She felt like Kenneth had becso unfamiliar to her.

"Is something wrong?" Ophelia asked.