Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468

In the makeshift conference room, only Ophelia and the designer were left.

With the design plan already nailed down, the two divided up the work and got busy sketching their own drafts.

Even though the designer hadn’t seen any of Ophelia’s finished pieces yet, she could tell just from their conversation that Ophelia was on another level.

‘Damn, she’s probably still a student, but she’s already this good? The sky’s the limit for her, the designer thought to herself.

And after hearing Ryan call her “Ms. Rowle” and seeing her show up with Alaric, the designer pretty much figured out who Ophelia was, and couldn’t help but feel even more respect for her.

They worked straight through the night, and before they knew it, dawn was breaking.

Staring at the finished design, the designer’s eyes were rimmed with tears as she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement, “Ms. Rowle, we did it!”

Last night, she’d said teaming up might be worth a shot.

But honestly, deep down, she knew they were out of options, this was their only chance, so she had to give it everything she had.

And now, seeing it all come together, she almost wanted to cry. They’d really done it.

Ophelia’s lips curved into a faint smile as she replied softly, “Yeah, we did it.”

Glancing at the pale light creeping across the horizon, Ophelia felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

Even though she was confident, she couldn’t help but feel the pressure. After all, nothing was set in stone until it was actually done.

“Ms. Rowle, we couldn’t have pulled this off without you,” the designer said, her admiration for Ophelia genuine.

“You worked just as hard,” Ophelia replied with a calm smile. “If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

“Ms. Rowle, you really don’t have to be so humble. Honestly, I can tell you could’ve crushed this solo,” the designer said, genuinely awestruck. ‘For someone her age, she’s just insanely talented, she thought.

“But this design really was a team effort,” Ophelia corrected her, then nudged, “Come on, you’ve worked hard. Go get some sleep.”

With their part done, it was time to hand everything over to Alaric and the rest of the crew.

“Alright, Ms. Rowle, you should get some rest too,” the designer replied, her admiration for Ophelia only growing.

Only they knew what it took to survive the night. Now that the pressure was gone, exhaustion hit them hard. The designer left, finally heading off to rest.

After the designer left, Ophelia tidied up the desk and headed back to the room next door.

Alaric was still asleep. Ophelia walked quietly to his bedside, checking on him to make sure he was okay.

“Good, it hasn’t gotten any worse,” Ophelia murmured softly, letting out a sigh of relief.

If things stayed like this, once the bidding’s over and they’re back in Dunhollow, getting rid of the poison shouldn’t be a problem.

Ophelia pulled her hand back, but before she could react, Alaric suddenly grabbed her wrist and, with a quick tug, pulled her down onto the bed. Then, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“Alaric,” Ophelia said, exasperated. “Let go of me.”

‘He was faking sleep? Seriously, he’s asking for a punch, Ophelia thought

“Ophelia, you’ve been working so hard all night. Let me make it up to you by cuddling you to sleep,” Alaric teased, his voice low and playful in her ear.

He didn’t even remember falling asleep, but after thinking for a bit, he realized it must’ve been the meds he took last night. He’d been out cold until now, only waking up when he felt someone near the bed. He instantly recognized her by her familiar scent, she was back.

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