Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Alaric wanted to help, but honestly, maybe he could pull her closer, but lifting her onto the bed while she was asleep? No way. He couldn’t even get out of bed himself.

Seeing this, Ophelia muttered quietly through clenched teeth, “Guess you really are out of commission.”

Alaric’s face turned stormy. ‘Out of commission? Is she for real?’ he thought.

“What do you mean I’m not up to it? How am I not? Ophelia, you can try me,” Alaric shot back, frowning, clearly annoyed.

Ophelia’s lips twitched as she clarified, “Are you reading too much into this? Do you really think we’re talking about the same thing?”

“No way, you can’t just say I’m not up to it,” Alaric shot back stubbornly. He couldn’t stand hearing those words, especially from her.

“Fine, you’re amazing, totally unstoppable, the absolute best,” Ophelia said with a sweet smile, but her voice dripped with playful sarcasm.

Annoyed, Alaric yanked her closer, flipped her beneath him in one swift move, and claimed her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

“Wait, your injury, mmph…” Ophelia tried to protest, worried about him, but Alaric cut her off, swallowing every word with his kiss.

Only when Alaric finally got his fill and all his frustration melted away did he slowly release her.

Ophelia’s cheeks flushed a deep red. Once she was free, she drew in a shaky breath, lips parted, her sultry look making Alaric’s eyes darken with desire.

But then a sharp pain shot through his wound. He must’ve pulled it just now. He had no choice but to let her go, unwillingly.

“Alaric!” Ophelia snapped, snapping back to her senses and shooting him an annoyed glare.

“Ophelia, I’m sorry,” Alaric mumbled, looking away, his face pale with guilt. “My wound really did split open this time.”

Seeing him act all carefully and guilty, like a kid caught doing something wrong, Ophelia felt her anger get stuck in her throat. She couldn’t yell at him, but she couldn’t swallow it down either.

Her eyes fell on the gauze, now soaked through with blood. She gave him a look of exasperation, utterly resigned.

“Do you even feel pain?” she scolded, but even as she spoke, her hands were already busy, gently tending to his wound.

“If you can’t take care of yourself, I’m going to hire a nurse to babysit you,” Ophelia snapped, genuinely annoyed. ‘He’s just asking to get hurt again. Does he even care about himself?’ she thought.

“Ophelia, I really messed up,” Alaric admitted, seeing how much she cared. Regret gnawed at him.

‘I shouldn’t have acted on impulse and made her worry like this, he thought.

“Can you actually do it?” Ophelia looked up at him, her gaze unwavering.

Say no, and she’d be out the door, nurse on speed dial.

Alaric hesitated, his voice dropping low. “Then let me hold you tonight. I’ll keep myself in check the rest of the time.”

Ophelia frowned, clearly not wanting to give in, but Alaric protested, “That’s what you promised, Ophelia. No take-backs.”

Ophelia’s lips twitched, her eyes full of helplessness.

‘If I’d known he’d act like this, I never would’ve softened up and agreed, Ophelia thought, a little regretful.

“It only stops hurting when I’m holding you,” Alaric whined, looking/all pitiful, like a wounded puppy begging for comfort.

‘Perfect. Just perfect; Ophelia thought, rolling her eyes.

She shot him a glare full of resentment, but in the end, she couldn’t stay mad at him.

“I’m trusting you one last time. If you cross the line again, I’m getting a nurse to take care of you,” Ophelia warned.

Alaric flashed a satisfied grin. “Deal.”

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