Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 102

Chapter 102

In the office, Kenneth rose from his wheelchair. His tall, lean frame exuded 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-I wasn't trying to threaten you. I swear, I'm just.. I'm really desperate. I can pretend I never knew anything about this. Please, Mr. Sinclair, I'm begging you. Give me a 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 was I 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 come here, 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. I 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, I 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 frame visibly 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 dropped me at With your security, there's no way I'd have made it in. What do you expect me to 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 come at a bad time? Am I 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 me to teach you how to shoot

"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. I 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.

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 replace 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 between me and Kenneth now?

"Want a taste?" Ophelia asked, offering Kenneth the cup. "Kevin got me one 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 some beauty treatments. Then, we had lunch Jogether. She said she would help me pick a dress for the family party in two weeks." Kenneth's hand rested on Ophelia's waist, and he remembered the time she had drunkenly confided in him about wanting family.