Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241

Chapter 241

“Are you outside Rowle Manor?” Ophelia asked, needing to be sure.

Alaric replied with a touch of smugness in his voice, “What do you think?”

Ophelia sighed. ‘Why does he keep showing up here?’ she thought.

“Just wait for me,” Ophelia said, hanging up. She walked back to the dining table, a little embarrassed. “Grandpa, something urgent came up. I have to head out for a bit.”

“What’s so urgent?” Tristan asked, clearly reluctant to let her go.

‘Did she really have to leave so soon? We barely even talked, Tristan thought.

Seeing her grandfather’s disappointment, Ophelia gave him a gentle smile. “Grandpa, I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

“Alright then, but don’t forget your old grandpa,” Tristan said, his eyes full of affection as he smiled at her.

“Oh, Grandpa, don’t say that! You might be getting older, but you’re still full of energy,” Ophelia teased with a playful smile.

Tristan burst out laughing. ‘Such a sweet granddaughter, he thought.

Ophelia said goodbye to everyone else before heading out.

Oliver watched as Ophelia walked away, his eyes briefly narrowing, an inscrutable glint flashing across his gaze.

Sure enough, as soon as Ophelia stepped outside, she spotted Alaric’s car.

Grinding her teeth in frustration, Ophelia walked over and knocked on the window.

The window rolled down, revealing Alaric’s handsome face, wearing a teasing smile.

Ophelia thought his smile was just begging for a punch, so she shot back with a sarcastic edge, “Mr. Caldwell, enjoying the moonlight out here all by yourself?”

Pretending not to catch her sarcasm, Alaric stepped out, leaned casually against his car with his arms folded, and flashed a roguish smile. “So, Ophelia, care to join me for a little moon-gazing?”

Ophelia squinted at him with a forced smile, her eyes full of mockery. Alaric arched an eyebrow, waiting for her comeback.

Ophelia’s smile dropped instantly, her expression icy. “No.”

He really had managed to get her riled up. Alaric chuckled softly, shaking his head, his eyes full of indulgent affection.

He opened the car door, his voice gentler now. “Come on, let’s grab a bite.”

“I already ate,” Ophelia grumbled, shooting him a playful glare.

“Just eat with me,” Alaric said, slipping an arm around her waist and nudging her toward the car.

Ophelia didn’t protest, slipping into the car as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Since she was already outside, there was no point in playing hard to get. More importantly, if she didn’t go with him, she knew he’d probably just march right into Rowle Manor, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Alaric looked down at his now-empty arm, and after a beat, couldn’t help but smile.

‘She doesn’t really hate me as much as she pretends, he thought.

Once they were in the car, Alaric told the driver to head out.

Leaning back in his seat, Alaric’s brows furrowed for a moment.

Ophelia noticed right away and shot him a look. “You haven’t applied your medication tonight, have you?”

“Nope, haven’t bothered,” Alaric replied, a lazy smile playing on his lips. ‘So she does care,’ he thought to himself.

Ophelia frowned and scolded, “Why aren’t you putting on your medicine like you’re supposed to?”

“You didn’t call to check on me,” Alaric said, acting like it was totally normal. ‘If you don’t remind me, I’m not doing it,’ he made it sound.

Ophelia shot him an annoyed glare. “Guess your injury isn’t hurting that much after all.”

Alaric gave her a devilish grin. “If it means you’ll fuss over me, Ophelia, I wouldn’t mind being injured forever.”

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