Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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Noah sighed. "I went back, but it wasn't quite what I imagined."

He plopped down on the sofa, arms spread wide, one leg crossed over the other. Even though his face looked like he was carrying the weight of the world, his typical lounging posture exlided a powerful presence. Ophelia thought. 'Aren't the president and the First Lady of Heloria Noah's parents?' Now, she was even more curious about what Noah was like before he lost his senses.

"So, what did you imagine it to be like?" Ophelia asked. She thought, 'Isn't his mind supposed to be blank? How could he even imagine?

"Isn't a home supposed to be warm and cozy?" Noah asked as he looked down.

Ophelia noticed that when it came to the West family, Noah wasnt as carefree as before.

But Noah was asking the wrong person for this. Both Ophelia and Kenneth probably didn't know what a normal family should be like.

Ophelia thought, 'It should be warm and cozy, perhaps After all, in her previous life, everyone else at Hastings Villa, except for her, was quite harmonious and warm.

Noah said, "Oh, by the way, here's the list of attendees for tomorrow." He pulled a triply-folded list from his inner jacket pocket and handed it over.

Kenneth unfolded it and glanced over the names.

The attendees for tomorrow were from the government, military, and business sectors. In the government sector, the leading figures were the president of Heloria, Xander, and First Lady Elena. Suddenly, Ophelia's eyes locked on a name in the center of the military section: Victor. She only discovered today that Kenneth's father was in charge of a huge military base in Waston.

Ophelia thought, 'No wonder Ivy once said that to take down Victor, the support of the Davidson family is absolutely necessary.

No matter how dominant Kenneth was in the business world, shaking up the military sector was truly a tough task. Ophelia noticed on the guest list that every entry had two names, indicating each guest came with their family, except for Victor Sinclair, whose column only had his name.

Kenneth closed the list and tossed it onto the black coffee table.

At that moment, Mark appeared at the doorway and gently knocked on the door. He said, "Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Spencer, your outfits for tomorrow are all ready"

When he finished speaking, the door swung open, and six or seven people pushed in three rows of garment racks. Various outfits hung on the racks, with one row for men's suits and two for women's dresser

Mark said, "Ms. Spencer, these dresses are all custom-made to fit your height and size.

Ophelia said, "That is too many Aside from the family gathering at Carnegie Villa, she had never formally worn a gown.

"Go pick one, Kenneth said as he let go of her hand.

Ophelia walked over, her slender fingers gliding along the clothes rack from beginning to end. She said, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, whoever it is, I'll pick that one!"

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Ophelia picked a burgundy dress from the rack, its style somewhat similar to the vintage green dress she once had. However, this dress was entirely backless, supported only by twlstraps tied around the neck. Meetings slightly narrowed eyes, Ophelia swallowed hard and said, "My mistake. I'll pick another.

She was about to hang the dress back when Kenneth stopped he. He said, "This one looks nice. Try it on, let me see."

Hearing this, Ophelia thought, Does he really allow me to wear this? That's not like him, the jealous type.

"Okay," Ophelia said.

Kenneth once said he needed to see every outfit before Ophelia wore it out.

Ophelia grabbed the dress and randomly found a room to change. When she walked out in the red dress, Kenneth was the only one left in the room.

The dazzling city lights reflected in Ophelia's eyes through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. She stood there like a beautiful rose, yet her looks and demeanor were prickly, radiating a powerful aura

Kenneth walked over and wrapped his arm around Ophelia's slender waist. Her striking shoulder blades and skin contrasted sharply with the dark red fabric.

Kenneth's Adam's apple moved under his black shirt collar as he leaned into Ophelia's car and said softly, "I take back what I said earlier. This dress is just for me."

Ophelia thought, I knew it

Kenneth led Ophelia to the table by the window and pulled out a chair for her. They sat facing each other. A candlelit dinner was already set on the table.

Ophelia noticed that Kenneth across from her seemed to be dressed a bit more formally than before.

Beside them was the bustling city night view. Suddenly, countless drones flew by outside like stars in the night sky, hovering

in mid-air.

Is someone proposing out there?" Ophelia glanced around and asked.

Kenneth thought, Does she guess it?' His smile froze, and his expression became serious. He stood up and instructed Mark outside the door, "Make those drones disappear." Ophelia said, "No way! Wouldn't that ruin someone's proposal? Let's eat our dinner; it doesn't matter.

It does matter," Kenneth replied. His voice became colder, leaving no room for argument. He thought, "There is no way I vill use drones to propose like others always do!

dark outside the door was taken aback. He thought, "What? Isn't Mr. Sinclair proposing? He quickly grabbed a walkie-talkie, structing the drone operators to lower the drones immediately

lot witnessing a proposal, Ophelia felt a bit disappointed. Drone proposals would be common five years later, but at this me, it was the first time she saw one.

fter dinner, with Kenneth's suit jacket over her shoulders, Ophelia stood with Kenneth on the balcony, looking at the ightüme skyline of this unfamiliar city.

phelia felt that no matter where she was, with Kenneth around she felt like she belonged.

phelia held a glass of red wine and drank it all in one go, her fur cheeks flushed with red. Her waist was tightly wrapped ound by Kenneth's hand, making her feel completely secure. Chapter 183

Ophelia said. "Hey, Kermie,

Kenneth replied. "What?"

Ophelia said, "Let's have a baby" She wanted to know what a real family should look like.

Kenneth frowned. It wasn't the first time Ophelia had brought it up.

Pretty please!" Ophelia whined, using her tipsy state as an excuse, acting like a clingy little sprite.

Kenneth was pulled forward by her, completely at a loss with Ophelia. Before he could say anything, her lips touched his Yet, Kenneth's self-control remained incredibly strong.

n the end. Ophelia ran out of energy, her eyelids too heavy to stay open. She thought, 'Lost to Kenneth again.

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