Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 126

126.Chapter 126

She knew for sure that if she pushed back, he’d just start blabbing nonsense and make things even messier

Tristan was already on the fence about the engagement. If he got the wrong idea, calling it off would be even harder. After weighing her options, Ophelia shot Alaric a resentful, angry glare, but everyone could tell she’d caved.

Allanic curved his lips into a smile that could thaw a winter’s chill, it was so dazzling, it almost made her forget herself for a

second

Ophelia glared at him, furious. Jerk, what are you grinning about? she fumed.

Tristan watched the two of them, their verbal sparring sharp and intense. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else between them, something he couldn’t quite name.

Who knows, maybe with time, these two might actually work out, Tristan mused.

“Grandpa” Alaric began, only to get a death glare from Ophelia.

He just arched an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a playful smile, and continued, “Ophelia and I have a few things to handle, so we won’t be able to keep you company today. We’ll come back and visit you another time.”

Ophelia rolled her eyes so hard she nearly sprained something. Ugh, this guy is the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing! she griped to herself.

He looked all sweet and harmless, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Seriously, who’d ever guess he was faking it?

*Ophella, you two heading out?” Tristan asked, shooting her a knowing look.

Huh, looks like things between these two are actually moving along, Tristan mused to himself.

“Yeah, we’ve got some stuff to deal with, Ophelia mumbled, trying to play it cool but clearly feeling super awkward. Guess I’ll just roll with it for now. I’ll talk to Grandpa and clear things up some other time, Ophelia sighed inwardly, resigned.

“Alright then, I won’t get in the way of you kids, Tristan said, leaving things deliberately vague, his tone practically begged for wild guesses.

Ophella pressed her fingers to her temples, her head starting to pound. She had to take a deep breath and force herself to stay calm.

Alaric took in every little gesture she made, and couldn’t help but smirk. Watching her hold back like a spiky little hedgehog. trying not to blow up, man, she’s actually pretty cute, he thought.

Once they’d said their goodbyes to Tristan, the two of them left the old house together.

Tristan watched them go, chuckling to himself as he shook his head.

“Sir, looks like Mc. Alaric Caldwell really has something special for Ophelia,” the butler said with a sigh.

It’s definitely different, Tristan nodded.

That’s exactly why he started having doubts about their engagement.

“So, are you actually going to give your blessing to their marriage?” the butler asked, his curiosity obvious.

After all, Tristan had said at the party that they should take things slow for now.

Let’s just wait and see; Tristan said, a gentle warmth flickering in his eyes. “Ophelia just got back, so there’s no rush. In the end, it’s her decision.”

If Ophelia was happy with Alaric, he’d be all for it. But if she wasn’t, he’d never force her.

Still, watching Ophelia, Tristan couldn’t help but think she wasn’t exactly indifferent to Alaric.

Meanwhile, once Ophelia and Alaric were outside.

Ophelia walked up to her car and shot Alaric a warning look ‘Let’s just forget about what happened this time. From now on, Mr. Caldwell, try to show some respect.”

But Alaric just strode right up to her, his expression clearly showing he didn’t agree with her at all.

“What are you doing?” Ophelia blurted out, instinctively taking a step back, trying to put some space between them.

“Of course I’m asking you out to dinner, Opheli

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