Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 136

Chapter 136

Kenneth's voice was low and teasing. Ophelia blushed when he called her "my dearest wife."

She thought, 'Kenneth is such a flirt! He is simply too charming

Meanwhile, a Twitter notification buzzed on her phone. Ophelia glanced down at it. [Sharon Campbell Thomas Collins Celebrating New Year Together Possibly Living Together.] Before she could open it, a video call from Sharon came through

Kenneth had a playful glint in his eye, bent down, and kissed her lips, causing her hand to twitch and answer the call.

"Elia, Happy New Year..." The call lasted only two seconds before she immediately hung up, pressing her hands on Kenneth's shoulders.

Kenneth took the phone from her hand, tossed it onto the couch, wrapped his arm around her waist, and deepened the kiss.

The switch on the wall flickered, and the dark curtains by the large window slowly closed automatically.

The room turned pitch black. In her view, she could only see Kenneth's chiseled face, more deep-set and defined, like a dark lord reigning over the shadows.

Kenneth said, "Focus, put your heart into it." The last word was emphasized.

Ophelia was speechless and Kenneth's kiss came down like a tidal wave.

As evening approached, Ophelia's stomach was growling. "Kenneth, I'm hungry... so hungry..."

"What do you want to eat?" His voice was low and enticing.

"I want dumplings." During the New Year, it's traditional to eat dumplings.

"Okay." Kenneth got up and instructed the maid.

Ophelia felt her eyelids getting heavier, and with the dim lighting, she gradually fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was completely dark outside, and a few warm yellow nightlights were on in the room.

She got up from the bed, feeling that the soreness in her waist and legs had mostly eased.

If it weren't for the different scenery outside the window, she might have thought she was at Rosewood Manor.

The large building outside was illuminated, and she could vaguely see some people practicing shooting and fighting in the

arena.

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She walked out of the room but didn't see Kenneth. On her way downstairs, she only came across a maid about the same age ás Lisa.

The maid nodded respectfully to her. "Would you like to have dinner now?"

After taking a nap, she wasn't very hungry. "No need for now, where is Kenneth?"

"Mr. Sinclair is having a meeting in the main building. He mentioned that if you're awake and want to wait to eat with him, you can walk around. The meeting will finish at ten."

Kenneth really knew her well; he understood she wanted to wait to have dinner together.

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It was not even nine-thirty yet, so she definitely had time to look around and see where Kenneth lived.

She changed into a turtleneck sweater and a black and white striped tracksuit. The nights near the mountains were especially chilly, but she was already used to it from her previous stay at Rosewood Manor.

She walked up to the front of the main building. Nearby, there was a large indoor facility, featuring an indoor shooting range and a close-combat training area.

A group of young people from around the world, wearing similar black clothing, were training with blank faces.

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When they saw Ophelia walking by, they just glanced up briefly before resuming their training, as if they were emotionless killing machines by nature.

Every move they practiced was a deadly skill taught to her by Eric, with nearly every strike meant to be lethal.

She glanced around quickly but didn't see Eric or Ray among them.

"It's dangerous over there, Ms. Spencer. It's better not to go," came the voice of that short-haired woman from behind her.

Ophelia halted, turned her head, a slight smile on her lips but her expression stayed indifferent and distant. "Thanks for the warning."

"You're welcome." The woman walked right past her, her short hair partly tied up, exuding a cool yet elegant presence. Without looking, her hands expertly put together the machine gun.

She turned her head slightly, her indifferent gaze landing on Ophelia. "Doesn't Kenneth have your name tattooed on his chest?"

Ophelia raised her eyebrows, sensing a definite challenge in that statement.

It was as if she was saying, "Eknow everything, even about the tattoo on Kenneth's body." And those words were quite unsettling.

Still, Ophelia seemed unconcerned, her face calm as she put her hands in her tracksuit pockets. She slightly tilted her chin up, imitating Kenneth's usual arrogant demeanor. "Yeah! Nice, isn't it?" She thought, "Isn't that something to be proud of?'

The woman clearly didn't expect such a response. She paused for a couple of seconds, her fingers slipping as she tried to assemble the gun, then quickly looked away to reassemble it properly.

The woman wondered, 'Is she really indifferent, or just pretending? Isn't she curious how I know? Does she even care about Kenneth at all?'

After assembling the machine gun, the woman carried it one-handed and walked past Ophelia, saying, "Ms. Spencer, you're pretty important to Kenneth, so maybe you should avoid places like this. Your delicate features might get you hurt She almost outright said that Ophelia was just a pretty but useless decoration. Regardless, Ophelia did not mind much.

The woman went to the shooting range, set up the machine gun, and fired. Her every shot hit right in the middle of the target.

The men practicing nearby couldn't resist coming over to watch

"Way to go, Melanie!"

"Melanie, are you here to beat us again?"

Ophelia glanced over and admitted that Melanie was indeed impressive.

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To stand out among this group of men with superior physical skills and earn their admiration, her abilities must be exceptional.

Ophelia was about to check out another area when Melanie suddenly got up and called out to her, "Ms. Spencer, want to join us? Anyway, Kenneth is still in a meeting and can't be with you now."

Melanie's tone seemed polite, but it subtly emphasized that she was just a pretty accessory who needed a man's company.

A man next to Melanie chuckled.

tender flower. If she gets a scra Melanie, are you joking? Has this young lady ever seen these things? She looks like a

tender flower. If she gets a scratch, won't she be crying to Kenneth tonight?"

"Exactly, let's not risk it, Melanie. What would we say to Kenneth if she gets hurt?"

Melanie had a subtle smile on her lips. She never knew Kenneth liked this kind of woman. Besides having a nice face, she was useless, like a young high school girl. She definitely couldn't be worthy of Kenneth.

"I didn't think it through. Forget it." Her eyes lightly swept over Ophelia as she turned to the person behind her and said. "Let's practice some close combat."

"Okay, I've been wanting to spar with you, Melanie." The group automatically ignored Ophelia and went to the fighting area.

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