Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 132

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In the hospital, Ophelia had wrapped up her discharge formalities. Before leaving, she went to see Scott Hastings.

There he lay motionless, with only his chest rising and falling and a heartbeat to indicate life, his eyes firmly shut. Once a lively young man, Scott was reduced to lying in a hospital bed.

The doctor had told her there was a chance he might wake up within three months; beyond that, the outlook wasn't good. And he could remain in this state for years on end.

Kenneth walked into the room. "I've reached out to some doctors overseas. They'll be coming in for a consultation soon. Once his wounds heal well enough, he can be sent overseas for treatment. The first three months are the best time for treatment, and the success rate is high. I'll take care of it, so you don't need to worry."

"Okay." Ophelia nodded, her attention drifting back to Scott on the bed.

Suddenly, a large hand grasped her head, turning her face away forcefully.

"No more staring." She was the one dealing with all of this, and what was the point of watching anymore? They weren't related by blood. Besides, she had already shed tears for him, which had upset him enough.

"Is he more handsome than me? Hmm?" Kenneth asked seriously.

Ophelia was speechless. She thought, 'Did he really want to argue about looks at a time like this?"

The man raised an eyebrow, looking very serious and persistent, as if he wouldn't give up until she answered.

"You two aren't the same type." Ophelia thought, Scott was still just a kid. How could he possibly compare?'

"What do you mean by that?" Kenneth looked confused and thought, 'Could I not even compare to someone in a coma?'

"So what type am I?"

Ophelia really didn't want to discuss this here. But her previously heavy heart felt a bit lighter because of Kenneth's ridiculous banter.

"Alright, you're handsome. Set a date for sending Scott abroad, and I'm tagging along."

She had to make sure he was safely taken to the hospital for treatment before she could be at ease.

"Alright, I'll arrange everything."

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Because Scott's wounds weren't fully healed yet, the departure was pushed back a few days to ensure he could fly safely.

A few days later, on the morning of New Year's Eve in Hua Country.

At the private international airport, a team of dedicated medical personnel carefully moved Scott from the ambulance to the airplane. Accompanying them was a specialized medical team, constantly monitoring his condition to ensure everything was perfect. Kenneth had everything organized down to the last detail, so she didn't have to worry about a thing.

After they got Scott settled, she followed Kenneth into the first-class cabin.

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It was her first time seeing such a luxurious first-class cabin, which was like a small luxury hotel complete with a lounge area, entertainment options, and every amenity one could think of. "This year, you'll be spending the holidays with me in a foreign land," Kenneth said, glancing over at her.

She didn't care much. New Year didn't mean much to her.

Back when her grandmother was alive, she knew that eating dumplings was a must for the holiday. After her grandmother passed, she celebrated New Year with Chloe and Wyatt. During her last life in the Hastings family, all she saw was the warm and cheerful atmosphere among that family. So, she'd never understood the joy of celebrating the New Year. But now it was different. Her world was no longer just her alone.

As the plane took off, sunlight poured through the clouds, creating a warm golden hue around them. It felt as if it were whispering that all good things would arrive just as expected.

A few hours later, after lunch, Kenneth had dozed off.

Ophelia felt discomfort in her ears and couldn't fall asleep.

She turned her head discreetly, studying Kenneth's peaceful face. Kenneth looked completely different while asleep.

His normally harsh brows were now relaxed, and a deep crease stretched from the inner corner of his eyes to the outer, stripping away the intimidating aura and subtle pressure he usually exuded-his features had softened.

He resembled a cat that had finally let its guard down. Describing him as a Maine Coon was quite fitting. Every frown and smile displayed an inherent elegance and aloofness.

She tried to recall what he looked like as a child, and a vague memory flashed of a ten-year-old boy-well-behaved, somewhat introverted, yet occasionally displaying a superior demeanor, as if he were surveying the world from above. With that thought, she gently rubbed the ring on her finger. When she looked up again, the man slowly lifted his eyelids, the crease from the corner of his eye was deeper, and his eyes seemed like whirlpools ready to pull her in. Ophelia was taken aback.

"How am I supposed to sleep when you're staring at me like that?" Kenneth asked with his tone sharp as a lion's. And he was immediately on high alert the moment someone entered his space.

"You seem quite energetic, hmm?" Kenneth gently played with her hair, straightened his posture, pulled her onto his lap, and said, "Seems like you've been resting well these days." Since she was discharged from the hospital, he followed the doctor's advice and ensured that she rested well.

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leather seat was a spacious leather bed. Kenneth lifted her onto the bed and settled over her, saying, "Do you know what happens when you wake me up?"

She clearly hadn't said anything earlier.

"We can sleep together on the bed. It's more comfortable that way."

"And it can make you even more comfortable," Kenneth said calmly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

What was this man saying? Such bold words! They were on a plane. Did he really want to do something like that at 30,000

feet?

"After we land and get Scott settled, then we can..."

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""Then what?"

Did he really want her to spell it out?

"Hmm?" he continued to ask, his fingers beginning to wander.

"Do that thing again."

"What sort of thing?"

He insisted, whispering in her ear in a deep and husky voice, sending a shiver through her.

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Ophelia pressed her hands against his chest, flustered. "What do you think? I'm not really in the mood for it right now, and I can't fully engage."

As soon as she said that, her face turned bright red. What had he done to her? What was she saying!

"Besides, the doctor told me to get plenty of rest and not to overexert myself. You know your own stamina." Ophelia could only bring up the doctor's advice from a few days ago.

Ophelia thought, 'If I had been led astray, then I might as well continue! After all, I wasn't a saint.

Bad company leads you astray.

Sure enough, Kenneth stopped his playful advances.

"Alright, go to sleep and rest up." He held her tightly as they lay on the bed. Before long, Ophelia fell asleep too. Whenever they encountered turbulence, Kenneth would wrap himself around her, holding her securely in his arms. After several hours of flying, the plane finally landed in Milagia. It was exactly eight in the morning.

The hospital here was already contacted, and as soon as they got off the plane, someone was there to pick them up.

As the two of them stepped out of the cabin, Kenneth was helping her adjust her scarf.

Not far away, a deep, magnetic voice called ou