Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 257

Chapter 257

Ophelia could only nod in resignation, feeling slightly wronged.

The droplets of water on her chin rested against her delicate chest, and her lips, which had just been sipping the fruit juice, moved slightly. Due to the heat, a faint flush appeared on Ophelia's cheeks.

Her long eyelashes were still damp, and her big eyes blinked repeatedly.

Ophelia had no idea just how much she was captivating Kenneth at this moment.

As Ophelia swallowed the juice, Kenneth's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Was it good?" Kenneth's voice was deep and magnetic.

Ophelia had just finished the last sip, and in hindsight, she wished she had saved some for Kenneth.

She had just lifted her head when the juice in her mouth hadn't fully gone down yet, and Kenneth's lips suddenly found

hers.

Kenneth's crisp breath lingered at the tip of her nose.

The sweet taste of the juice in her mouth was gradually stolen by Kenneth, leaving only his scent behind.

Ophelia's bikini was easy to take off.

With just a flick of his fingers, the fabric came off effortlessly.

"Kenneth..." she murmured.

Ophelia's cheeks flushed even deeper as she gripped the towel around her tightly, glancing nervously left and right.

"Huh? What are you calling me for?" Kenneth smirked, showing a few teeth. His grin was both wicked and playful, sending a jolt through her chest.

Her breath and heartbeat were in chaos.

"I'm going to take a shower," Ophelia said, hurrying toward the bathroom.

Kenneth watched her panicked figure with a smile that reached his eyes.

But suddenly, that figure became blurry. His vision started to swirl, fading in and out.

The smile on his face froze, and he pressed his hand against his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.

Half a minute...

One minute...

His vision remained dark, and the moments stretched on, the darkness lingering longer.

"Kennie. Help me grab an outfit from the suitca

Ophelia called.

Hearing her voice, Kenneth squeezed his eyes shut once more.

His vision gradually returned, but it was still extremely blurry like he was severely nearsighted.

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"Kennie..." Ophelia, wrapped in her towel, poked her head out.

Kenneth turried and walked toward the bedroom. "You haven't told me which one to grab yet? "Just bring whichever one you like best," Ophelia quickly added before retreating back inside.

A few minutes later, Ophelia emerged from the bathroom, wearing a vintage green dress.

"Do you like this dress on me?" Ophelia asked.

Kenneth had always thought she liked green because of this dress.

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Ophelia's skin looked even more delicate, and although she had gained a little weight, the dress accentuated her curves. Her back, now even more enticing, was fuller and more captivating, making it impossible for anyone to look away. Kenneth's vision was still blurry, and even though Ophelia had walked right up to him, he couldn't make out the details.

"Yes," Kenneth said, "There's going to be a bonfire and fireworks later, would you like to go?

Ophelia nodded eagerly.

Her smile grew wider, spreading across her face.

Kenneth's thumb gently traced her smiling cheek, and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes.

As night fell, the faint orange glow on the horizon slowly faded, and the deep blue sky was dotted with stars.

A bonfire was set up on the beach, surrounded by strangers who had come to visit the area.

Tourists in groups, chatting and laughing, filled the beach with energy.

Ophelia knew Kenneth didn't enjoy crowds, so they kept a little distance from the others.

Kenneth, at some point, had put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which softened the sharp, alluring look of his eyes, now hidden behind the lenses.

"Since when did you start wearing glasses?" Ophelia asked.

"Yes, my vision's not great at night," Kenneth replied casually, and Ophelia didn't ask any further.

Only by seeing Ophelia clearly in front of him did his heart finally begin to settle.

Suddenly, an off-key voice interrupted the two.

"Nyla! Can you tell me why you're leaving me?" The boy's voice was hoarse and trembling.

The girl roared. "Why am I leaving you? Don't you already know? Just look at yourself. It's been two years since graduation, and you're still going nowhere.

"You're earning just a few thousand dollars a month, still dreaming of buying a house, still hoping to marry me? I'm a girl. My youth is precious.

"I don't want to live in a basement with you. Is that wrong?"

Nyla's tone was resolute as she clung to the tall, muscular man beside her. She continued, "My new boyfriend can take me to this kind of island for vacation and buy me things you can't even afford in a few months. 2/4

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"Of course, I'm going with hun, not you. Now, just leave. The hotels here are too expensive for you to afford."

Nyla finished with a mocking sneer, and the tall, handsome boy in front of her instantly lost all the light in his eyes.

His face flushed with shame as he lowered his head in humiliation.

"Did you... ever love me?" The boy asked, as though all his energy had been drained just to get those words out.

Nyla sneered. "Love? Can love feed me?"

After a long pause, the boy nodded.

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"I'm sorry. I didn't give you what you wanted. I won't bother you anymore." His eyes, reddened by the distant bonfire, turned away, and he walked off without looking back. Ophelia looked away. As an observer, she couldn't judge the situation.

Everyone had their own choices to make.

However, Kenneth, who usually wasn't interested in such things, hadn't averted his gaze. His eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly, and his brows furrowed in deep thought. When he had gone to grab his glasses earlier, he had overheard a conversation between a man and a woman.

The boy had said, "Nyla, do you really want to do this?"

Perhaps because of the name, Kenneth had stayed and listened.

"Nyla, you're hurting not just him, but yourself. Aren't you going to tell him about your illness? Maybe he'd be willing to face it with you..."

"I know he'd be willing to face it with me," Nyla said, looking exhausted. "But I'm not willing. I'd rather have him hate me than let him face this with me.

"Terminal cancer can't be cured. I'm begging you. Just help me put on this act.

"He deserves a better woman who can love him. I'm not the one who can go through this life with him. Let him suffer less in the long run. It doesn't matter. I'm going to die anyway..." And that was why the scene earlier had unfolded.

Soon, fireworks shot into the night sky, one after another. Kenneth returned to the moment, his gaze turning to Ophelia beside him.

The light from the fireworks reflected in her pupils, and as she turned to look at him, the sea breeze lifted one side of her hair, with stray locks falling across her brow. "Kennie, look at that!" Ophelia exclaimed.

Kenneth pulled Ophelia closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and kissing her lips without hesitation.

This kiss felt different from the others. It was filled with a strong sense of possessiveness.