Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 259

Chapter 259

Eric watched Ophelia cat the cotton candy, his curiosity piqued

Coming from Gloomhaven, Eric had never seen anything so beautiful.

Ray glanced at it too and, to be honest, he had never seen anything like it either.

"Buy one and try it," Ray suggested, walking over to the stall to get one.

He made a big effort, expecting it to have some weight given its size, but it was as light as a feather, just like a cloud.

Ray leaned in to sniff it but couldn't detect any smell.

He turned and handed it to Eric. "Hey, try it."

Eric flashed a small tiger tooth, his deep eyes sparkling in the light, almost like a child who hadn't grown up.

"Ray, aren't you going to eat some?" Eric asked.

"This is for kids. I don't eat this kind of stuff... I..." Ray began to say, but before he could finish, a clump of cotton candy was shoved into his mouth, with a few strands sticking to his beard.

The overly sweet taste made Ray, who never ate sweets, feel uncomfortable.

Kay furrowed his brow. "I told you I'm not eating. Go ahead and eat it."

Only after Ray had tried it did Eric finally feel comfortable eating.

Eric loved sweets. As long as it was sweet, he liked it.

Ray was about to remind him to eat less, but he saw that Eric was now holding just the stick.

"You finished it that quickly?" Ray asked, surprised.

"Ray, I could still eat a strawberry-flavored one," Eric said.

"No way! Are you going to lose your teeth?" Ray said, slapping the back of Eric's head. "There are other things to eat ahead."

"Alright," Eric replied.

The two of them walked behind Ophelia and Kenneth.

This street, filled with many food stalls, offered classic snacks from various regions.

Whenever Ophelia showed interest in something. Kenneth would always buy it for her to try.

Even when the smell of fermented herring from a tin can wafted through the air, Kenneth bought it with a frown.

"Do you really want to eat this?" Kenneth asked, his brow furrowed in disgust.

Ophelia picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The crispy outer shell gave way to a rich, strange-tasting sauce that overwhelmed her taste buds. "It's not bad. Want to try?" Ophelia offered, holding up a piece to Kenneth's mouth.

"No thanks," Kenneth said.

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Chapter 259

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Seeing the look of distaste ou his face, Ophelia suddenly felt playful.

"Darling, kiss me," Ophelia said, standing on tiptoe, leaning toward him.

The strange smell hit Kenneth's face immediately.

He chuckled softly, lifting Ophelia's chin and leaning in to bite her soft, pink lips.

His eyebrows raised slightly.

'She thinks I won't?' Kenneth thought.

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Ophelia winced slightly, her brow furrowing in pain. She quickly moved aside, holding the tin of fermented herring and eating it by herself.

'I'm going to make my mouth taste like fermented herring. Let's see if he dares to kiss me again after that,' she wondered.

After a while, Ophelia started feeling tired.

But there were still two more streets she hadn't explored.

"We'll come back tomorrow," Kenneth said.

He knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Okay," she nodded lightly, glancing at the time. It was already past eleven, so it was time to head back.

Ophelia packed a few snacks and took them back to the resort hotel.

Once back at the hotel, the sweet taste of the fruit ice cream masked the lingering flavor in her mouth.

The moment Ophelia entered the room, she was pinned against the wall.

Kenneth's tall frame, imposing and strong, surrounded Ophelia, engulfing her in his presence.

"Little one," Kenneth said, his voice low.

"I-I have a stomach ache..." Ophelia's face turned pale as she clutched her stomach and slipped past Kenneth, heading quickly for the bathroom. Kenneth sighed deeply, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples.

Even though the room lights were bright, his vision remained blurry. The doorbell rang.

Kenneth put his glasses back on and walked to the door.

Standing at the door was a hotel service staff member. The waitress hadn't expected Kenneth to open the door himself, and her eyes brightened.

"Mr. Sinclair, here are the clothes you and your wife asked for yesterday," she said, visibly taken aback by seeing him in person.

She hadn't expected to meet Kenneth, the owner of the whole island, who looked even more handsome than he did on TV, Her heart raced. "Mr. Sinclair, let me hang them for you," she offered.