My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Walking In Circles

"Miss?"

Ophelia held her breath, confusion still etched across her face as she studied the young woman before her. Ashley’s makeup was thick and dramatic, disguising most of her features. But now that she was looking at her up close, she could finally see through it.

A second later, Ophelia snapped out of her daze.

She instinctively glanced around before grabbing Ashley by the wrist and leading her into a nearby empty room. Before shutting the door, she peeked into the hallway one last time, checking both directions.

Only then did she turn back to Ashley.

"Miss," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Is... is it really you?"

She stepped closer until only a single pace separated them. Her hands clasped Ashley’s, trembling uncontrollably.

"Don’t you believe me?" Ashley asked with a faint frown.

She gave Ophelia’s hands a reassuring squeeze. "Do I have to show you some proof?"

Ophelia pressed her lips together. Relief flickered across her eyes, but it lasted only a moment before worry quickly replaced it.

Without warning—

Smack!

"Ouch—"

"Miss, what are you doing back here again?" Ophelia scolded, smacking Ashley’s shoulder once more. "And dressed like this!"

Smack!

"Do you even know what kind of place this is?"

Smack!

"You promised you’d never set foot in here again!"

Smack!

"But look at you!"

She continued swatting Ashley’s shoulder over and over. The hits weren’t meant to hurt. They were the frustrated taps of someone trying to knock some sense into a person she cared about.

Only when she finally ran out of breath did Ophelia stop. She let out a heavy huff before glaring at Ashley.

"Tell me," she demanded. "Did your father send you back? Did you do something to make him angry again?"

Ashley frowned. "Even if I don’t do anything, he’s always angry with me."

Silence fell between them.

Ashley casually brushed at her shoulder, straightening the slightly revealing outfit she was wearing.

Ophelia simply looked at her.

She was happy to see Ashley had grown into such a beautiful woman. Even beneath the heavy makeup, she could still see the little girl she had watched grow up. But she also knew Ashley’s relationship with her father.

Marshal had never treated Ashley like a daughter.

He had treated her like someone he kept alive only to punish.

"Ophelia." Ashley broke the silence. She stepped closer and gently rested both hands on Ophelia’s shoulders.

"I didn’t do anything that made him angry... yet."

Or rather, she had already done something that would make Marshal want to kill her.

That was, of course, if he discovered it in time.

Fortunately for Ashley, she had no intention of letting that happen until it was already too late.

"Yet?" Ophelia repeated, narrowing her eyes.

A heartbeat later, realization dawned on her face. She slowly shook her head without breaking eye contact.

"Miss Ashley, whatever you’re planning, please stop. Right now."

She grabbed Ashley’s hands again. Her grip trembled, and her throat bobbed as she struggled to swallow.

She had a terrible feeling about this.

She didn’t know how Ashley had lived these past few years after leaving this place. But she knew enough to understand it couldn’t have been easy.

At the same time...

He had already done. Over and over and over again.

Don’t look back.

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