Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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The plane soon touched down at the private airport in Dellanex and it was already seven in the evening.

Kenneth held the hand of Ophelia beside him as they got off the plane, while Noah still slept soundly in his seat.

The two walked right past him without waking him up. Just as they stepped out of the airport and hadn't even gotten into the car yet, hurried footsteps could be heard from behind.

Ophelia turned around to see Noah carrying two packaged airplane meals in one hand and a few cans of strawberry yogurt in the other, comically using his armpit to hold a briefcase. The sight was both pitiful and amusing. Ophelia thought, 'Does he actually pack two airplane meals?'

Ophelia blinked her big eyes; she thought he was just making small talk with the flight attendant.

Seeing her expression, Noah explained, "I have no choice because things are tough at home."

Ophelia thought, 'Is it really that tough at his home? Given his previous status, should he really be struggling this much? Can't even afford a meal?

'Yet the present he gave me before seemed quite expensive, didn't it?'

Noah asked, "Kenneth, it's so late, and there probably aren't any cars to Waston. Could you let me stay over for the night?" Noah'd gone too far. Kenneth cast him a cold glance. "I can arrange for someone to take you." Noah said, "Come on! I honestly don't know how to get back. I don't know why I lost my temper and cut ties with my family back then. You've been looking after me all these years. Our brotherly bond..."

"Shut up!" Kenneth snapped, his face dark as though his frown could squash a fly.

"Alright!" Noah promptly shut up, easily opened the passenger door, and got in. "Thanks for taking me in. You should get in too. It's pretty cold outside." "Noah." The name was almost hissed out from between Kenneth's clenched teeth, and his eyes were so cold and intense, they could almost drip ink. Ophelia said, "Well...whatever. It's New Year's, so let's not have him wandering the streets. We'll replace him a hotel later and help him settle in." Noah thanked her and said, "Sweetheart, you're so kind and good-hearted. Unlike your husband with all his bad habits! Here, have some yogurt." Noah happily lounged in the passenger seat and pulled out a can of yogurt from the bag, handing it to Ophelia.

His hand was still mid-air when he received a scary glare from Kenneth, and he awkwardly pulled his hand back.

"Honey, I want a drink." Actually, she thought the yogurt on the plane was quite good too.

Kenneth turned his head to look at Ophelia next to him. His tightly furrowed brows relaxed a bit as he grabbed all the yogurts from Noah's arms.

Noah looked as if he was losing a limb. He thought, 'No way, at least leave me one, right?'

Passing by the hotel near the airport, they initially intended to drop Noah off, but Noah in the passenger seat stubbornly pretended to be dead, refusing to move.

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With no other choice, they drove back to Rosewood Manor.

Lisa, knowing they were returning today, had a big feast prepared as a make-up New Year's dinner.

Seeing the table loaded with dishes, Noah immediately tossed the two packed airplane meals aside.

After dinner, he sprawled on the living room sofa like he was boneless and fell asleep.

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"Does undergoing brain treatment make you really sleepy?" Ophelia wondered aloud. Noah had slept for hours on the plane, nodded off in the car, and now after eating, he's out again. Ophelia didn't know if it's okay. Kenneth shot a disapproving glance at Noah on the sofa. He held the hand of Ophelia beside him, leading her upstairs.

"I think you have a pretty high tolerance for him." Ophelia teased, following behind him.

Kenneth said, "Well, you can't argue with a fool." Ophelia thought his words indeed made sense.

As soon as they entered the room, Kenneth pushed her against the wall.

That familiar aura enveloped her; Kenneth stood against the light, his large shadow covering her completely.

Ophelia raised her eyes, her long lashes casting a small shadow below them, her bright doe-like eyes fixed on Kenneth in front of her, not blinking even once.

Ophelia asked, "So, can you tell me now what exactly happened to cause his injury?"

Kenneth narrowed his phoenix-like eyes and lifted her chin with his defined fingers. "So interested in him, right?"

Kenneth thought, 'Isn't she afraid that I'll get jealous?'

"Not him, I'm interested in you." Ophelia's eyes seemed to see right through anyone, with even the little tear mole at the corner of her eye appearing to reveal secrets.

She thought, 'Kenneth isn't the type to be unreasonably tolerant of anyone. There's only one possibility: either he was involved when Noah had the accident, or he was there!' "He was so badly injured... What about you?" Ophelia's eyes were full of concern..

"Aren't I standing right in front of you?" Kenneth spread his hands, standing up slightly from his leaned position.

Seeing Ophelia in front of him still looking at him doubtfully, he exhaled softly, wrapped an arm around her waist, sat on the couch beside them, and pulled her onto his lap. He said, "Indeed, just as you guessed. We were in the same plane crash. If it hadn't been for that, I might have come back for

you sooner.

"At that time, Noah gave me the last parachute, which nearly cost him his life as the plane went down. He was lucky."

Ophelia understood then. She thought, That's why he's so forgiving with Noah."

"And what about you?" She was still a bit worried. Noah was badly hurt, but Kenneth was unscathed?

"Aren't I perfectly fine?" Kenneth raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a cheeky smile. Ophelia was speechless, already knowing what he was going to say next.

Why don't you give me a checkup?" Kenneth suggested, taking her small hand in his.

"I'm tired and want to sleep." Ophelia said, pulling away and heading to the bathroom.

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Kenneth watched her retreating figure, the curve of his lips gradually fading.

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Before she could close the bathroom door, Kenneth blocked it with one hand, his tall figure filling the doorway, making the spacious bathroom feel cramped.

The deep folds at the corners of Kenneth's eyes hinted at mystery, his eyes as a vortex and fixed intently on her.

Steam rose in the bathroom, mingling with a heavy sense of love...

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