Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 314 Kenneth appeared refined, yet the muscles he showed hinted at commanding presence.

Ophelia frowned deeply, watching as more and more blood leaked through the bandage. Just as she was about to speak, her lips were captured by his kiss.

His kiss had a slight metallic taste of blood and his unique fresh scent. It felt like magic. As he kissed her, she found herself barely able to breathe, her once chaotic mind now entirely blank Even the heavy pressure in her chest gradually eased and vanished with the kiss.

Kenneth kissed her even more boldly, slowly lowering her straps "Kenneth, you can't-" Her cheeks turned crimson as she worriedly glanced at his wound, but he pinned her beneath him so she couldn't see anything. He kissed her again, this tsoftly, as if to comfort her.

After a long while, he whispered against her ear, breathing deeply, "Don't overthink it. We can write our own fate," Those words struck deeply into her heart.

She felt like he could read her mind. She couldn't hide her feelings from him; he saw right through her. He knew that because of DarkHawk's funeral, her thoughts would be troubled and she would be burdened with pressures she couldn't handle. "Yeah, I understand," Ophelia said, her voice slightly breathless, hands pressed against his solid chest, eyes fixated on the letter tattoo near his heart on the left. They had to give it a try. Overthinking didn't help.

Kenneth got up, put on his black shirt, and fastened a button. "Go call the doctor to change the bandage," He was intentionally keeping it from her.

"It's really nothing," Kenneth reassured, planning to pat her head when he noticed a smear of blood on his fingertip.

"Kenneth, are you trying to act tough in front of me? You can tellif you're in pain," She could admit it to him, so he could too.

His face was already so pale, and the wound had bled so much, yet he still tried to calm her by saying he was fine. For a moment, she couldn't quite understand how she felt inside.

She wasn't just a child who only knew how to live under his protection.

Seeing a hint of defeat in her eyes, Kenneth stepped forward and hugged her. Half of his weight leaned on her. "Don't be mad. I'm not pretending to be tough. It's just a little injury. It really doesn't hurt." "Ouch," Kenneth groaned, drawing in a sharp breath as he straightened up, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Ophelia frowned, looking at him with a hint of reproach. "Lie down quickly. I'll go get the doctor." Kenneth was gently tended to by Ophelia, a soft smile played at the corner of his lips. As long as she wasn't angry, that was good.

The doctor entered the room, checking the wound under Kenneth's intense gaze. The doctor looked even more troubled than Kenneth, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead, "Everything's fine. Mr. Sinclair is recovering well. Fortunately, there's no infection. His wound is healing, so try not to strain it. We don't want it bleeding again," He wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed nervously. Kenneth glanced at Ophelia, his expression saying, "See, I told you it was nothing to worry about," After the doctor left, Kenneth reached out to pull her over to the side of the bed. "Stay with me, "He wanted her to lie down with him.

1/3 5 70 Chapter 314 With no other option, Ophelia tiptoed onto the bed, being cautius not to touch his wound, and lay down beside him. carefully.

Kenneth was about to put his arm around her, but she quickly stopped him. "Don't move, just stay like this." "There's nothing wrong with my arm," His tone sounded slightly pitiful.

"Haven't you heard the saying 'a chain is only as strong as its weakest link'? Behave, or I'll go back to my own hospital room to rest," Kenneth frowned. "It hurts." Hearing that, Ophelia immediately sat up straight, on high alert. Do you wantto get the doctor to give you a painkiller shot?" "Yeah." Just as she was about to get off the bed, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed. "But the doctor's painkillers won't work." Before Ophelia could react, he placed his large hand on her head and pulled her in for a kiss. "This works." Ophelia thought, 'Aren't you going to stop?' After the kiss, Kenneth shifted slightly and smugly nestled his head next to her neck. Ophelia sighed, gently stroking his chiseled jawline and lowering her head to rest against his cheek. Outside, the rain had cleared and the hot sun streamed through the windows, giving everyone a warm, comforting glow.

*** In the afternoon, Ophelia sat on the edge of the bed with her laptop, starting to manage tasks for both companies. She had originally planned to be away for just a few days, but now it seemed like she might need a few more. Most of Sinclair Group's work was handled by Mark, but many decisions still needed Kenneth's approval. Kenneth entrusted her with these important decisions.

She realized that with large conglomerates, even a small issue could trigger extensive consequences. Only now did she understand why Kenneth pretended to be injured to avoid attention when he first took over Sinclair Group.

Many families seemed peaceful on the surface, but if their interests were challenged, conflict would arise immediately. There were many files on her computer. Sneeded key points highlighted for Mark to address, while other projects needed to be temporarily postponed. Most of the demands from the shareholders were directly rejected.

It felt like going through official papers. She had been busy for quite a while. Suddenly, Ophelia's phone lit up with a message from Cody.

[Boss, I've heard the Gloomhaven Stadium project bid we've been tracking is going to be delayed. It won't start until after the November elections end.]

That meant it would be postponed until next year. Ophelia furrowed her brows slightly. They had been m ve preparing for this project for a while, If they could secure all three projects, she could talk to the government about developing the slums.

She had to settle everyone in the slums before winter arrived. If the project was delayed, her plans would be postponed too. Her expression becserious, and she typed a response, [I understand, let's focus on the other two projects first.] A week later, Kenneth's injuries were almost healed. 10:10 Tue, Dec 10 Chapter 314 In fact, Kenneth had planned to leave the hospital two days ago, but Ophelia insisted on observing him for a couple more days.

Now with the doctor's approval and the assurance that there was no risk of infection, he was finally discharged. Ophelia was packing up when she heard two knocks on the door "Mr. West, Mr. West is here." Ophelia paused at the mention.

"Let him in," As Kenneth's voice faded, the door to the hospital room opened and a man in a pair of black leather shoes walked in confidently.

Black dress pants fitted his long legs, and beneath a dark brown trenam coat was a simple black crew-neck t-shirt. His sharply defined face looked as serious as ice. "Kenneth."