Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469

Noticing something strange in his voice, Ophelia paused her struggle, frowning in confusion. “What’s up with your voice? Are you feeling sick or something?”

“No, just didn’t sleep enough. Let me rest a bit more,” Alaric mumbled, his voice sounding stuffy, like he was trying to hide something.

“Let me take a look,” Ophelia said, trying to turn around and check on him.

‘He was fine just now, so what’s up with him now?’ she wondered.

But Alaric’s voice turned rough and teasing. “Don’t move, or we might just end up trying a whole different kind of sleeping arrangement.”

“Uh…” Ophelia froze, cheeks burning. She could feel the change in Alaric’s body as she struggled, and immediately understood exactly what he was hinting at.

Her face went bright red as she stammered, “Uh, let me go, I’ll just go sleep in the other room.”

‘Seriously, how am I supposed to sleep like this? This is way too much, she thought, completely flustered.

“Just sleep, and try not to move around too much. Otherwise, I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold myself back,” Alaric whispered, refusing to let go. It was pure torture, but honestly, he’d rather suffer than let her out of his arms.

After that warning, Ophelia went completely still, not daring to budge.

She lay there, stiff and obedient, afraid she’d make him lose control.

Noticing how tense she was, Alaric could only sigh inwardly. He tried to slow his breathing, making it gentle and steady, as if he’d already drifted off to sleep.

Feeling the gentle, steady rhythm of his breath against her ear, Ophelia realized Alaric had finally fallen asleep. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She tried to slip out of his grasp, but his hold was firm. Not daring to move too much, she eventually gave up, shut her eyes, and finally let herself fall asleep.

She’d been up all night, and she was absolutely exhausted.

When he heard her breathing even out, Alaric cracked his eyes open, shaking his head with a soft, helpless laugh.

“Just sleep,” he whispered, keeping her close. With her in his arms, everything else faded away, even the torture of holding back felt bearable now.

The sun rose, marking the start of a new day.

Alaric woke up, moving as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t disturb Ophelia.

After getting dressed, he stood by the bed, gazing down at her with a look that was all warmth and affection.

His lips curved into a faint smile as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room.

She’d helped him finish the design, so today’s bid was his to win, even if it was just to honor everything she’d done for him.

“Mr. Caldwell,” Ryan was already waiting for him the moment Alaric stepped out of the room.

As soon as he saw Alaric, Ryan said respectfully, “Everyone’s already here.”

They’d all been sent off to rest yesterday, but no one dared slack off today, they were up at the crack of dawn, ready to go.

“Alright,” Alaric replied, then headed straight for the makeshift conference room.

With everyone present, the meeting resumed.

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