Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 196

Chapter 196

Ophelia draped her long hair over one shoulder. She used a towel to dry her wet hair as she asked, "Do you have a hair diver

"No." Jonathan replied. His pupils darkened with intrigue shimmering in his eyes.

In this homely state, Ophelia shed her fierce exterior, making her naturally pure features even more endearing.

Jonathan thought. Turns out she has this side too. She is not just wild little kitten but could seamlessly turn into an adorably sweet one.

"No hair dryer at all?" Ophelia remarked with a haughty yet playful disdain. Even though it should have been an off-putting expression, it looked playful on her face, almost endearing.

Jonathan stood up. He slowly walked over to Ophella and leaned in slightly. He teased a damp strand of her hair. "I could blow it dry for you with my mouth," He said with a completely straight face.

Ophelia was speechless. She thought, 'How am I supposed to respond to that? Should I praise his lung capacity?

Jonathan said, "I don't want to pressure you, but there are many ways to make you fall for me willingly. Want to give it a

shot

His gaze, cold like a snake's, fixed on Ophelia, making her skin crawl with an unsettling sensation as if covered in something sticky and repulsive

Jonathan's face gradually moved closer.

Suddenly. Ophelia paused her hair-drying motion. A fierce glint flashed in her eyes. She tossed the towel forward, and the dagger in her hand gleamed with a cold light.

Jonathan reacted swiftly, dodging backward. The blade that was meant to cut his throat just lightly grazed the skin of his neck. It left a thin line of blood.

Blood dapped down Jonathan's Adam's apple, the cold feeling tracing over his heart. He reached up to touch the cut on his neck. His fingers were sticky with bright red blood. In disbelief, he looked up at Ophelia. Jonathan asked, "I treated you sincerely, yet you wanted to kill me?" He seethed, anger spreading through his clenched teeth.

"What else should I do?" Ophelia replied. Her face was blank. Her eyes were indifferent, with a hint of disappointment at his survival visible in her gaze.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes, a feeling of unprecedented defeat flashing across his face. "Were you deceiving me the whole time?" he asked with a trembling voice, full of spite.

Ophelia furrowed her brows, thinking how his tone made it sound like she had wronged him. She thought, "He seems obsessed with love, probably indulged too much in fantasy

She couldn't be bothered with his nonsense. She reversed her grip on the "dagger. In a swift motion, she charged forward. aiming directly at Jonathan.

Jonathan swiftly dodged her move, but as he was reaching inside his coat for his gun, he suddenly froze.

While he was hesitating, Ophelia kicked him in the chest without mercy.

Jonathan was kicked back two steps, almost falling onto the sofa Ophelia took the opportunity to grab the gun fro