Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 37

**Paths Lead To Purpose — Kevin Masters 37**

**Chapter 37**

Ophelia remained silent, her focus entirely on the plate before her. With a fierce determination, she plunged her fork into the meat, chewing with an intensity that seemed to echo her frustration.

Alaric observed her from across the table, a mix of irritation and amusement swirling within him. Despite the tension, he found her reaction oddly entertaining.

At least she was engaging with him now, her icy demeanor thawing just a bit. It was a small victory, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope.

Once they had finally navigated through dinner, Ophelia’s anger appeared to simmer down, but her words were sharp as she broke the silence.

“Alaric, regardless of your reasons for clinging to this engagement, let me make myself clear: I have no interest in you,” she declared, her voice steady yet laced with conviction.

Alaric couldn’t suppress the smirk that crept onto his face. “I’m afraid I’m quite the opposite. I find you very interesting,” he replied, his tone teasing, relishing her response.

Her expression darkened further, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

“You spoiled rich brats who lack respect for others are truly repulsive,” she shot back, her words like arrows aimed directly at his ego. With a wave, she summoned a waiter to settle the bill, her body language radiating dismissal.

As she prepared to leave, her voice turned cold, “Thank you for your assistance at the hospital. The dinner you promised is over. From this moment on, we are even.”

With that, Ophelia rose from her seat and strode away, her confidence evident in every step.

Watching her retreat, Alaric felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ‘Even clearing the slate? I don’t see it that way,’ he mused, intrigued by her fiery spirit.

The following day, the Rowle household was abuzz with excitement, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

The custom evening gowns that Victoria had painstakingly ordered for each family member had finally arrived, transforming the home into a flurry of activity.

Zoe stood transfixed, her gaze locked onto the dress she had once coveted. Now, however, it felt like a dagger to her heart, a reminder of what she could never attain.

“Owen, aren’t you going to encourage Zoe to try on her dress?” he asked, confusion etched on his face as he noticed her stillness.

He thought to himself, ‘Zoe usually can’t wait to slip into new clothes. What’s holding her back today?’

“Come on, Zoe! Go try it on. If it doesn’t fit perfectly, we can always alter it,” Victoria chimed in, her voice warm and inviting, hoping to lift Zoe’s spirits.

“Alright, I’ll go now,” Zoe replied, biting her lip as she reluctantly agreed.

“Take your time, Zoe,” Chloe added, following her with the dress draped over her arm like a banner of hope.

After a few moments, Zoe emerged, the dress hugging her form beautifully. Yet, despite the elegance of the custom design, her heart felt heavy.

Even though it was tailored just for her, it paled in comparison to Ophelia’s exquisite collection. The thought of being overshadowed at Grandpa’s birthday party gnawed at her insides.

Victoria nodded approvingly, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Not bad at all! This dress truly complements you,” she praised, unaware of the storm brewing within her daughter.

Zoe’s heart sank further. ‘So, I’m only worthy of these mundane custom dresses?’ she thought bitterly, the comparison stinging her pride.

Meanwhile, Ophelia lounged on the sofa, engrossed in her phone, seemingly indifferent to the spectacle of Zoe trying on dresses.

A flicker of resentment ignited in Zoe’s eyes. Ophelia’s dismissive attitude felt like a personal affront.

‘No way,’ Zoe resolved. She refused to accept defeat. She couldn’t allow Ophelia to outshine her.

With a forced smile, she turned to Ophelia. “What do you think, Ophelia? Does my dress look good?”

Ophelia glanced up briefly, her response curt. “It’s fine.”

The designer had indeed showcased skill, crafting a piece that highlighted Zoe’s strengths while minimizing her flaws, making her appear more charming than ever.

Owen rolled his eyes, ready to retort, but Ophelia intervened. “Owen, it’s alright.”

“Ophelia?” Owen’s demeanor shifted instantly, a broad smile replacing his earlier irritation.

Zoe’s jealousy flared, almost palpable in the air.

Having lived with Owen for years, it infuriated her to see him defend Ophelia at every turn.

Ophelia gestured for Owen to be quiet and turned her gaze toward Zoe, her voice icy. “You cannot borrow the jewelry and bags.”

“Ophelia, you’re being so stingy. Caterina sent so many sets yesterday. Why not just lend me one?” Zoe’s anxiety surged; she hadn’t anticipated Ophelia’s outright refusal.

“Those sets don’t suit you,” Ophelia replied, her tone calm yet firm.

Zoe clenched her jaw, nearly grinding her teeth in frustration.

‘Don’t suit me? Is she implying I don’t deserve them?’ she thought angrily.

Seeing Ophelia’s steadfast refusal, Victoria felt compelled to intervene. “Zoe, if you’re unhappy with your jewelry, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow to select a new set.”

Zoe’s heart sank, but she forced a gentle smile. “Thank you, Mom.”

In the past, Victoria would have readily agreed to her every request.

But now, with Ophelia standing firm, Victoria seemed to side with her.

Zoe cast a glance at Ophelia, hiding the darkness that flickered in her eyes.

Ophelia blinked, catching that fleeting glimpse. ‘What kind of look was that just now?’ she wondered, sensing the tension hanging thick in the air.