Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Kenneth propped himself up and spoke, emphasizing each word He had asked her the squestion before, also encouraging he to think carefully.

At that time, he had said if she ever left him, he couldn't guarantee what he might do.

Ophelia wrapped her arms around Kenneth' neck. "No need to overthink it, Kenneth. Listen, I'll say it one last time: I will never leave you as long as I live. Unless... I die." Her blue, clear eyes were locked onto Kenneth in front of her.

She was just as determined as ever.

Since the day he held her as they went down into the sea in their past lives, her entire being in this life was focused on Kenneth.

When he lived, she would live alongside him.

When he died, she would go with him.

So there was nothing to think through.

A marriage certificate wouldn't change their love; having one or not made no difference. But she wanted the right to sign his surgery consent forms and wanted them to have the right to decide each other's fate. Kenneth' eyes glimmered slightly behind his glasses. He gently caressed her cheek, his gaze tender.

He wasn't sure how long he had to live, so he couldn't marry her He was afraid; even he could feel scared-worried that he wouldn't be able to be with her for long.

He was worried about holding her back and ruining her life. Her future was still long, and he couldn't gamble with her happiness.

Ophelia held his face in her hands, seeing a deep sense of helplessness in his eyes.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her heart.

This was something the late Kenneth would never have feared.

In the past, his eyes were filled only with power, violence, and arrogance.

He controlled others' fates; he set the rules.

"Kennie..." Ophelia reminded him.

SONGS I "Let's decide after the surgery is over." Kenneth stared at her for a long tbefore finally speaking, In the past, all he cared about was revenge. Later, he realized everything he wanted was nothing compared to Ophelia in front of him. Kenneth thought, 'Little one, do you know you're more important than my life?' If he couldn't ensure her a perfectly smooth life, at the very least, he wanted her future to be carefree and untroubled.

"Kenneth, I'm not afraid. What are you scared of? You don't want to get the marriage license with me, but with someone 1/4 else? Can you handle being with another man in the future?" Ophelia locked eyes with his deep, intense gaze.

Maybe it was because he had just woken up, the redness in his eyes was even more noticeable.

His chest rose and fell, and his breathing becheavier.

He couldn't handle it.

Just the thought of it was unbearable for him.

Kenneth leaned on the pillow, gradually tightening his arms to pull Ophelia into his embrace.

97% "Kenneth, no one in this world will lovemore than you. If you leave me, I can't promise what I might do. Consider this a threat if you like." She was threatening him with the words he had once said.

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Ophelia furrowed her brows slightly. "I'm giving you one more chance. Speak clearly and decide today whether you'll get the marriage license withor not." The room was so silent that they could only hear each other's breathing.

Kenneth' eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ophelia beneath him.

Ophelia's clear and innocent eyes showed a hint of stubbornness.

"If I don't get it today, I'll never get it in my life. I might as well die. Let's see if you're scared or not." Ophelia said angrily.

She was already threatening to die; that was all she could do.

"I dare you." Kenneth raised his eyebrows as he hugged her tightly, afraid she might act on impulse.

"Without my permission, you need to live to a ripe old age." It was pointless of living a long life without him around.

Ophelia didn't want to argue further. She ordered. "Get up, freshen up, and take the breakfast." Kenneth pulled her onto his lap, tilting his chin slightly with a smug tone. "Kiss me." He needed scomfort too.

Ophelia was speechless as she kissed his chin.

'What a Jerk!' Ophelia thought.

** ** As they went downstairs, Kenneth wore a rarely-seen white shirt and black pants that outlined his long, straight legs and his V-shaped waist. A black suit jacket was draped over his arm. Ophelia wore a white long dress with a shirt collar and a pair of high heels, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, looking fresh and vibrant.

She hardly ever wore high heels, but today was an exception.

She held a folder containing their marriage documents in her hand.

< Lisa couldn't help but notice, this and smiled at the side. "Mr. Si lair, this breakfast is specially made by Mrs. Sinclair herself this morning.

"Got it, Kenneth glanced at Ophelia beside him and then sat down to enjoy his breakfast.

The breakfast Ophelia made tasted good.

How fortunate was he, in slifetime, to have met her.

Ophelia sat nearby. Seeing him staring at her, she couldn't help but touch her face. "What's wrong?" Ophelia thought, 'Is there something on my face?' "Just admiring how lucky you are to soon get your license with the most outstanding man in Heloria," said Kenneth.

He wasn't humble at all.

"Yeah, how did I get so lucky?" Ophelia went along with him.

She truly was lucky. That winter, she didn't freeze in the slum but met Kenneth.

How fortunate she was to get a second chance at life to be with him.

She lowered her head and started enjoying her homemade breakfast. It seemed very simple, but Kenneth, who usually didn't eat much, finished every last bite.

As they left, they saw Ray standing alone at the door.

"Where's Eric?" Ophelia asked.

"Uh... Mrs. Sinclair, Eric took an unauthorized job last night and got hurt. He's still recovering," replied Ray.

"Is he seriously injured?" asked Kenneth.

"Not too serious." Ray glanced at Mr.

Sinclair. "Mr. Sinclair, Eric's young He and a bit impulsive. He wasn't m informed of the guild's rules beforehand. So if anyone needs to be penalized, let it be me." Ray bowed his head low, ready to accept the punishment. "Just this once," Kenneth said those three words.

Though his tone was unclear, those words already showed that he was in a good mood.

Today he had to go get the marriage certificate; there was no tfor punishment and the like.

Ray was taken aback. He couldn't shake the feeling that Mr. Sinclair was unusually gentle now. "Yes, Mr. Sinclair. Where would you and Mrs. Sinclair like to go? I'll drive..." said Ray.

"No, no." Ophelia forced a smile. She couldn't bring herself to of to compliment Ray's driving skills. Take a couple of days to rest and look after Eric in the meantime." Aaron, the driver from Rosewood Manor, drove up a sleek black Maybach.

They got back into the car.

On the way to the court house, Ophelia tightly held Kenneth' hand, never letting go.

The car stopped in front of the court house, with the glaring sunlight reflecting off the golden plaque.

Chapter 324- They arrived early, and since it wasn't a special day, there was no one in line at the entrance,

"Let's go." Ophelia, holding the documents, was about to get our when Kenneth pulled her into his alms "What's wrong?" Ophelia thought, 'Is he having second thoughts?