Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

Little one’s getting bolder, Kenneth thought to himself. 

Suddenly, he turned his head, a glint of desire flashing in his eyes, which startled Ophelia. 

She e quickly pulled her hand back and obediently started helping him with the tasks. 

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“Here, this one too. This one needs to be cut as well. Ophelia handed him the peeled carrot, not daring to look him in the 

eye. 

Kenneth silently watched her, his movements stop 

stopping. 

“Why aren’t you cutting it… Mmm…” She had just lifted her head when his cool, soft lips gently pressed against hers. 

Kenneth’s eyes glimmered with mischief as he nipped at the corner of Ophelia’s lips. 

Seeing the slight furrow in her brow, Kenneth’s eyes reflected a touch of smugness as he continued chopping. 

Kenneth was getting his revenge. 

Ophelia quickly glanced over to the people sitting in the living room. The three of them simultaneously turned their heads- away, which immediately made Ophelia’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

Till do the stir–frying later, Kenneth said, patting Ophelia’s head, his lips curling into a smile. 

“Oh… but do you know how?” Ophelia asked. 

“You direct me,” Kenneth said. 

Kenneth placed all the prepared ingredients beside the stove. “Do we just dump everything in?” 

Ophelia quickly waved her hand. 

This was definitely Kenneth’s first time cooking. He didn’t even know to put the oil in first. 

Ophelia had forgotten her earlier shyness and started giving instructions. 

“Wait a second,” Ophelia said. 

She grabbed an apron from the hook next to the fridge and, standing on tiptoe, slipped it over Kenneth’s head. 

The pink apron with cartoon patterns looked comically small on the tall man, like an adult wearing a child’s outfit, and the straps in the back couldn’t even be tied. 

There, that’s better, Just don’t get it on your clothes,” Ophelia said. 

Kenneth gave the apron a disdainful glance and sighed helplessly. 

Ophelia bit her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief, looking like a sly little fox. 

She placed the needed condiments next to him. “First, pour the oil in, then cook the meat…” 

While Kenneth was focused on cooking, Ophelia quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a couple of pictures of his back. Then, realizing she hadn’t captured his small apron properly, she snapped a photo from the side. 

“What’s next?” Kenneth asked, turning his head toward her. 

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Chapter 222 

Ophelia quickly, and somewhat guiltily, put her phone away. “Then, add the side ingredients, and season them one by one…” 

Kenneth, adding seasoning to the dish, looked like a researcher in a lab coat conducting an experiment. 

“How many grams?” Kenneth asked. 

That question caught Ophelia off guard. She didn’t think anyone measured ingredients down to the gram when cooking. 

She grabbed a spoon, scooped out a small amount, and said, “This should be enough.” 

They worked in perfect harmony. 

Soon, the other two dishes were ready. 

Chloe had set the table, placing a birthday cake in the center. 

This was a special cake Ophelia had ordered from her chain bakery, tailored to Wyatt’s favorite flavors. It was the only one of its kind in the world. 

A blue, round cake topped with small car–shaped cakes, each as delicate as a model car, so intricate that they almost seemed too beautiful to eat. 

The lights in the room dimmed. 

Candles were lit, and Wyatt closed his eyes to make a wish. The glow illuminated his chubby face. 

Kenneth leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed under the table. He gently played with Ophelia’s slender fingers, lightly rubbing the ring on her finger. 

Looking at Wyatt, Kenneth couldn’t help but think of the years he had spent with his mother when he was a child. 

Every year on Kenneth’s birthday, his mother never failed to make it special. 

For a moment, Kenneth’s emotions were a mix of nostalgia and complexity. 

Ophelia turned her head to see Kenneth gazing downward, his eyes carrying a hint of sorrow. 

Whenever Kenneth thought of his mother, it was always with that same look on his face. 

Ophelia reached for Kenneth’s hand and whispered softly in his ear, “Kennie, don’t worry. From now on, I’ll never let 

you 

be 

alone.” 

Hearing this, Kenneth’s heart gave a sharp, emotional jolt. 

He gently rubbed Ophelia’s head, his deep eyes reflecting the candlelight, his gaze full of tenderness. 

After Wyatt’s birthday celebration, the sky gradually darkened. 

The city’s neon lights shone brightly. On the way from the apartment back to Rosewood Manor, there was a bridge crossing the river. The night view here was beautiful, and Ophelia, feeling a bit too full, decided to get out and take a walk. 

She had never walked down the street with Kenneth like a young couple before. 

Kerineth, wearing a black baseball cap, tightly held Ophelia’s hand as they walked. 

They chatted about the company’s latest business and then about Wyatt and Chloe. 

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“How did you and Chloe meet?” Kenneth asked. 

Actually, Kenneth had been wanting to ask this for a while. 

From the moment Ophelia had easily bypassed the signal jammer at the Davidson residence, to later pinpointing the location of the Davidson family’s base at Waston.