Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Her retort carried the weight of her growing frustration.

No matter how clearly she expressed her disinterest, Alaric seerned determined to ignore her boundaries, now even claiming her as his future partner with infuriating confidence.

Connor seized the opportunity to fuel the tension. “You’ve got a point. You shouldn’t trust his smooth talk.”

The older man had been quietly alarmed. He’d long considered Ophelia an ideal match for his own grandson, and Alaric’s boldness threatened those plans.

Shifting her attention, Ophelia offered Connor a warm, professional smile. “Mr. Blackwell, your recovery is progressing well. With a bit more rest, you should be ready for discharge soon.”

“Glad to hear it,” Connor replied, his mood lifting instantly. Once back at the university, he’d be perfectly positioned to encourage things between Declan and Ophelia.

The thought brought a satisfied gleam to his eyes.

Noticing this, Alaric rubbed his temples in mild exasperation. Here he was, drawn to a woman who was also being subtly promoted by his grandfather’s respected friend, a man he couldn’t easily dismiss.

“Alright, I’ll take my leave,” Alaric said, rising gracefully. He nodded politely to Connor, then let his gaze linger on Ophelia a moment longer than necessary before turning toward the door.

Ophelia watched him go, her expression thoughtful.

His abrupt departure felt unusual, almost too composed.

‘This isn’t like him, she mused. ‘Has he finally lost patience, or is this another tactical retreat?’ The possibility brought her a flicker of relief.

“Mr. Blackwell, I should be going as well,” she said, turning back to Connor. With his condition stable, there was no reason to stay.

“Let me walk you out,” Connor offered, beginning to rise.

But Ophelia gently stopped him. “Please don’t trouble yourself. Get some rest. I can see myself out.”

Recognizing her determination, he nodded kindly. “Take care on your way home.”

“See you.” With a final smile, Ophelia turned and left.

“See you.” Once alone, Connor sat in contemplative silence for a moment before reaching for his phone.

“Come to the hospital when you’re free today,” he said without preamble when the call connected.

“Grandpa, is everything alright?” Declan’s voice held a note of confusion.

“You’ll know when you arrive,” Connor replied before ending the call.

Time was of the essence. If Declan didn’t act soon, another might claim the opportunity he’d been hoping for.

*****

As Ophelia stepped out of the hospital, the sleek Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance was impossible to miss.

Leaning against its polished door, Alaric watched her approach with amused confidence.

For a moment, her lips tightened in irritation, yet she couldn’t claim genuine surprise.

This was precisely the kind of persistent maneuver she’d come to expect from him.

Of course, he’d been waiting. Relentlessness was in his nature.

“Get in,” he offered, holding the car door open with effortless grace.

“I thought you’d left,” she remarked, her tone sharp with irony. “Does your word mean so little?”

Alaric gave a casual shrug. “I said I was leaving Mr. Blackwell’s room, not the hospital.”

“Word games don’t suit you,” she retorted, refusing to indulge his evasion.

His lips curved into an unapologetic smile. “Since you declined dinner, allowing me to ensure you get home safely is the least you can do. It might even spare me a lecture from my grandfather.”

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Chapter 92

Catching her expression, Alaric released a low, self-mocking laugh. It seemed he had thoroughly earned her displeasure.

“Sometimes I wonder what your heart is made of,” he murmured, almost to himself, before reaching out to gently ruffle her

hair.

The gesture was over before she could react. She stepped back immediately, putting deliberate distance between them.

Ophelia shot him a sharp look, her voice laced with irritation. “Watch your boundaries, Mr. Caldwell,”

She took several deliberate steps back, putting what she deemed a safe distance between them. To her, his casual intimacy felt entirely out of place.

But in her retreat, she failed to notice another person exiting the hospital behind her. As she moved to avoid them, she lost her balance and stumbled forward.

“Easy there.” Alaric’s arm caught her in one swift motion, pulling her securely against his chest.

A soft gasp escaped her as she found herself steadied and spared from an embarrassing fall.

The warmth of her body against his seemed to darken his gaze for a fleeting moment.

Still catching her breath, Ophelia lifted her eyes only to find his face disconcertingly close.

When she leaned back instinctively, his firm grip around her waist reminded her she was still in his embrace.

A flush crept across her cheeks as she pushed away, her gaze darting aside. “Thank you, Mr. Caldwell.”

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