Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 72

Chapter 72

"Wipe your drool," Kenneth reminded her with a laugh.

Ophelia instinctively touched the corner of her mouth. Kenneth grinned teasingly at her. "If you like my muscles, I'll show you every day."

Ophelia nodded, thinking, I can't get enough of him anyway.

During breakfast, Ophelia glanced at the time. "Do you have plans today? You can't accompany me for the weekend, can you?" She had secretly checked Kenneth's schedule earlier. He was going on a business trip to Shinova this weekend. She wanted to bring it up first to dodge any potential "tantrum" from him.

You seem happy with it?" Kenneth sipped his coffee, his sharp eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her.

I'm not. Ophelia lowered her head, pretending to look unhappy. "You promised that the weekend would be mine."

"Alright, then I'll call Mark and have him go alone." With that, Kenneth picked up his phone to dial.

"Wait...don't," Ophelia leaned forward, quickly pressing down on his hand. "You spent the past weekends with me, and Mark has had it tough enough."

"Are you sure you want to pity other men in front of me? Hmm Kenneth lifted Ophelia's chin, looking straight into her

eyes.

At that moment, Mark entered through the door, wearing a light gray wool coat. He had styled his hair differently, with deep brown strands shimmering in the sunlight. "Mr. Sinclair, the plane is ready."

Seeing the intimate posture between Ophelia and Kenneth at the dining table, Mark realized he had come at the wrong time. When his gaze met Kenneth's, he felt a chill run down his back. He thought, Please don't send me alone again.'

During this period, Mark had been working tirelessly, handling all matters. Although he received a doubled annual salary, he feared he might not make it. He looked at Ophelia with a pleading expression.

Ophelia had already mastered the skills of soothing Kenneth. She had not noticed before how easy it was to soothe him. A simple kiss could calm him down. She leaned in as if no one was around and kissed Kenneth softly on his thin lips, a smile curving her mouth into an alluring line.

Til miss you. Come back early. I think that dark red tie looks best on you. Just as Ophelia was about to get up, Kenneth wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

Kenneth's palm rested on the back of her neck as he gazed at her lips, which had traces of milk on them. His Adam's apple bobbed as he kissed Ophelia's milky-scented lips, fiercely claiming her breath, making it hard for them to part.

After the kiss, Kenneth smiled lightly, resembling a Maine Coon cat that had just been petted. He glanced dismissively at Mark.

Mark thought, 'Is he showing off to me, a single guy? Kenneth, have a little sympathy, okay

Ophelia obediently helped Kenneth tie his tie, watching him put on his black coat and fixing his collar. "Be safe and come back early." She was willing to repeat this phrase for this life until the end of her days. As long as he was by her side, she felt the inner peace despite the chaos around them.

After Kenneth left, Ophelia changed her clothes to prepare for a trip to Mineroca. She took a black SUV from Rosewood Manor's garage. She remembered that Kenneth had driven this car when he visited her at the studio." 14:52 Mon, Nov 11

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"Miss Spencer, are you going out?" Lisa asked worriedly, coming out to see Ophelia driving for the first time.

"Yes, I'll be back tonight," Ophelia replied.

Then please be careful"

"Okay," Ophelia smiled and gave Lisa a reassuring look.

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Dressed in black sportswear with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, Ophelia exuded a casual elegance. With transparent gray sunglasses, her unmade-up face was lit up by the growing smile in her clear, bright eyes. Ophelia first drove to the studio to pick up some documents. Chloe had been managing this batch of rough stones, and Ophelia hadn't participated much. "Cameo Charm? That name sounds familiar, she pondered.

For a moment, Ophelia couldn't recall anything. She took the documents and rode the elevator down to the underground parking lot. After just a few steps, she sensed someone following her. She let out a muffled laugh and quickly hid behind car at the next corner. The man, shrouded in darkness, was lean, with slightly curly, long hair tied to the back of his head. He walked slowly into the light, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and dark green cargo pants, his handsome face exuding a casual charm. Ophelia had to admit that Eric's looks were good enough to be an idol.

Clearing her throat, Ophelia stepped out from behind the car. Eric clearly had no intention of hiding. Otherwise, she would not have been able to spot him.

You're not here to take another job to kill me, are you?" Ophelia joked.

"Then why aren't you running?" Eric laughed, revealing a pair of sharp canine teeth.

Ophelia smiled and thought, 'If he really came to kill me, would I still be standing here safe and sound?"

"I came to give you a gift, so come with me," Eric said.

"A gift?" Ophelia followed him as he walked toward the back of the parking lot, where few cars were parked, winding through the area

Eric approached a dust-covered junk car.

"Um... Umm..." A faint voice came from inside the car. Ophelia raised an eyebrow, looking at him in confusion.

Eric opened the trunk, and a strong smell of paint assaulted her senses.

Ophelia covered her nose and saw a man tightly bound and curled up inside the trunk, covered in paint, with tape mouth and a pale face. "What's going on?" over his

"There's another one," Eric said as he opened the back door, revealing another man inside, also bound and smelling of paint.

"People around here are strange. They either commit suicide, or they come to renovate your shop, and it's always in the dead of night," Eric added.

"What do you mean?" Ophelia squinted at Eric, staring at him intently, and suddenly seemed to think of something

The man in the back seat squirmed like a maggot, his mouth making sounds in a desperate attempt to communicate, sweating profusely.

Eric stepped forward and ripped the tape off the man's mouth. Just as the man tried to yell for help, be instantly felt a cold sensation around his neck. 14:52 Mon, Nov 11 sati.

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"Shh. I can't control my strength, Eric said innocently.

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The man was so frightened that he dared not move. After swallowing a few times, he finally managed to speak. "Someone paid us to throw paint in front of La Reverie. L... We were wrong, and we won't dare again. Please let us go. You can even hand me over to the police. We'll turn ourselves in Eric locked them in this dark place without food or water, and with the pungent smell of paint, their bodies were pushed to their limits. They could not endure it any longer.

Seeing them in such a condition, Ophelia knew they must have been held for more than one night.

The man in the trunk desperately moved his body. Suddenly, he crashed down onto the concrete floor like a sack, letting out a whimpering sound.

Ophelia cautiously glanced around. Just hand them over two men would likely disappear without a trace.

to the police." She didn't want Eric to take action. Otherwise, these

Ophelia also did not want to waste words with them. She already knew who was behind this without asking. Even if she did ask, these two lackeys might not know who had instructed them to commit the crime.

The shopping center was covered in surveillance cameras, and the evidence was solid. Those two wouldn't be able to deny it. She just worried about Eric's reckless behavior.