Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 184

Chapter 184

The conversation abruptly stopped, as if Kenneth had sensed someone at the door and fell silent.

Ophelia vaguely heard someone say, "Don't let them die."

She gently knocked on the door twice and stepped inside.

The study was filled with thin whiffs of smoke.

In the dim light, a tall, striking figure stood by the window, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette betweer his fingers

The bottles on the bar were almost empty.

Kenneth radiated a sense of gloom, his lonely figure tugging at her heartstrings.

Kenneth slightly turned his head, his almost otherworldly profile looking shadowy and surreal in the night light from

outside.

Ophelia hadn't seen this side of Kenneth in a long while.

She wondered if this was the kind of life he lived all those years without her, under Ivy's control.

Ophelia walked over and hugged him from behind, her soft cheek resting against his back. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

She adopted Kenneth's usual tone and questioned him,

Her voice, still thick with sleep, was unnervingly soft and captivating.

"Why are you awake?" Kenneth shot back as he turned around and pulled her into his arms.

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I couldn't sleep well without you here. Are you troubled by something?" Ophelia rested her chin on his chest, looking up at

him.

The gloom around Kenneth gradually faded as he placed the wine glass next to him. He had already put out the cigarette the moment Ophelia entered. He gently patted her head with his slender, defined hand.

Looking into her clear eyes, Kenneth wrapped his arm around her waist, burying his head in her neck. "Yes, it's bothering me. I just want to sleep with you." Ophelia was at a loss for words and let out a gentle sigh. "Can I help you take a bath? You reek of smoke, and it's not really my thing

"Okay, Kenneth agreed, holding her face as if he could lose himself at any moment, his gaze tender and brimming with

emotion

Ophelia asked, "What's wrong?"

Ts my face creased from sleeping?' wondered Ophelia.

Nothing I just wanted to look at you" Kenneth embraced her, his arms gradually tightening as if he wanted to merge her with his very lones. They returned to the bedroom where Ophelia helped him bathe

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Although she said she was helping him, he didn't cooperate at all. He wouldn't even unbutton his shirt, insisting she unbutton each one for him.

Halfway through, she could see his muscular chest under the black shirt and the partially hidden letter tattoo.

She took care of him like he was a big baby,

This "big baby" wasn't very obedient. In no time, he'd soaked her nightgown.

Her stunning figure was almost entirely exposed.

Ophelia met his gaze, which seemed more intense than ever.

Feeling nervous, she instinctively tossed the towel onto his head, shielding herself from his intense gaze.

Ophelia said. "Alright, you've had a long day. Let's get some sleep soon."

That was not what she said earlier.

Kenneth removed the towel from his head, droplets of water running down his messy hair.

He frowned, "What do you mean? Are you worried I am too tired to make you happy?"

Ophelia almost rolled her eyes. She wouldn't dare suggest that.

"Kenneth, it's really late. I'm tired," she said.

"Alright, your clothes are soaked. Let me assist you in changing. When Kenneth offered to help her change, he was genuinely just helping her get into dry clothes.

Once they were dressed, he pulled the blanket over them and held her tightly in his arms.

"Goodnight, honey, he whispered in her ear,

"Goodnight," said Ophelia.

Late into the night, in an old-fashioned mansion, a man with refined features sat in a black armchair, holding a black cat. His sharp chin and cold blue eyes bore a striking resemblance to the languid black Persian cat resting in his lap. The cat meowed. The man gently stroked the cat's soft fur, his expression showing a hint of mischief.

The door opened, and two figures walked in one after the other.

The dim lighting in the room created an inexplicable sense of pressure, and it was unclear whether it stemmed from the darkness or the man seated in the chair.

Jonathan Phoebe's voice was tinged with caution.

"How's the task going?" the man's pleasant tone carried no warmth.

Phoebe hung her head. "I'm working on it."

"Working on it?" Jonathan's spice rose at the end, his icy gaze falling on Phoebe's charming face.

Fiona chimed in at the right moment, "Mr. Davidson, we're already working on Heloria Trade Summit backs him to become the mayor of Dellanex, our plan to build a dock and harbor in Dellanex will

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Jonathan snapped. "Work out? Do you think Kenneth is stupid? The Sinclair Group has controlled the transport routes for years. Do you think we can just build ports and docks at will? Fools." Fiona lowered her head, not daring to say another word.

Jonathan, I actually think we can get Kenneth to give up part of his transport line by targeting someone close to him," Phoebe cautiously suggested. There's a very important woman by his side. As long as we..." A chilling gaze locked directly onto her.

Phoebe nervously swallowed hard..

"Do you think I don't know what's on your mind? Phoebe, don't treat the Davidson family like fools, Jonathan's voice was. soft, but every word hit Phoebe's heart. Phoebe explained, 1-I didn't. When I first got in touch with Ronan, he swore that if I aided him in taking back the Sinclair Group, we would get two transport routes. "But... there was a little problem. Still, I haven't made Kenneth suspect t

the Davidson family. You've got to trust me on this, Jonathan,"

"You idiot! Do you think you can pull this off? Kenneth definitely holds the Davidson family responsible for this.

"Phoebe, get your head in the game and drop the dumb thoughts. If you're going to be the Davidson family's lackey, then do it right snapped Jonathan.

Phoebe took a deep breath, clenched her hands tightly, and then quickly released them, letting out a soft sigh, I understand. Jonathan."

"In a few days, there's a business conference, and you have to cope with me,

me, said Jonathan.

Phoebe nodded. "Okay,"

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone on Jonathan's desk rang.

Jonathan, we're heading out now. The two of them discreetly left.

Jonathan answered the call, and a subordinate's voice came through the receiver. "Mr. Davidson, none of the people we sent have returned." Jonathan's eyes darkened, and he quickly brushed the black cat off his lap.

The black cat quickly slipped into the gap under the sofa.

A ruthless glint shone in Jonathan's eyes.

After leaving the estate, Phoebe turned her head and glanced at Fiona. "Fiona, has Ms. Emma Davidson been found?"

Fiona shook her head and replied, "Not yet

Let's not tell Jonathan and my parents about this yet. I don't want them to get their hopes up," said Phoebe.

"Yes, Ms. Davidson. Fiona nodded.

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