Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294 

Ophelia held back the sharp sting in her nose and gently rubbed Kenneth’s broad back. 

After a long time, the light and shadows gradually returned to Kenneth’s vision. But everything was still incredibly blurry. 

When he realized he was holding Ophelia in front of him too tightly, he quickly let go. 

“Did I hurt you by holding too tightly?” Kenneth’s voice was hoarse, and his panicked expression was completely different from his usual demeanor. 

Trying to see her clearly to check for injuries, he struggled due to her blurred outline. The feeling of helplessness made him clench his fists, trying to suppress the anxiety rising in his chest. 

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Suddenly, a vein on his forehead throbbed, threatening to burst and stress every nerve in his brain. The intense pain made him feel like his head was about to burst. 

“Kennie…” Ophelia furrowed her brow as she watched Kenneth’s pale face, feeling like her heart was being clenched. 

A vein on his temple bulged, and soon, sweat dotted his forehead. 

“Let me see you.” Kenneth cupped her face, gazing at her affectionately for a long moment. 

A moment later, Kenneth’s deep, hoarse voice, full of powerlessness, whispered in her ear. “What should I do? I can’t see you clearly anymore.” 

Each word was as heavy as a mountain, hitting Ophelia’s heart hard. 

“Don’t worry. I’m right here, not going anywhere,” she said, holding Kenneth’s hand and gently tracing the outline of her cheek with his long fingers. 

His fingers slid over her skin, the cold tips enveloped in her warm little hands. 

Kenneth lowered his head, resting his forehead against Ophelia’s. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again. Through his glasses, he could barely see Ophelia in front of him 

He tightly embraced Ophelia in his arms again, finally calming his mixed emotions. 

Ophelia said, “You haven’t been resting well these past few days. Let’s rest a bit after lunch, okay?” 

Kenneth replied, “Okay.” 

After lunch. Ophelia usually laid his arms. This time, she took the initiative, hugging Kenneth and letting him rest his head on her lap. 

Her fingers gently stroked his cheek as she looked down at him. If a few strands of her hair fell, she would lift a hand and tuck them behind her ear. Kenneth watched her, not wanting to even blink. 

re of me these days. Ophelia said softly, lifting a hand to take off his “Get some sleep, since you’ve been busy taking care of me these days.” Ophelia said softly, lifting a hand to take off his glasses. 

“Okay.” Kenneth let her do it. Once the glasses were off, everything around him became blurry again. 

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Kenneth simply closed his eyes, not looking at an 

while tightly holding the soft hand of Ophelia, placing it over his 

heart. 

Kenneth in her arms didn’t sleep peacefully. Whenever he furrowed his brow, Ophelia gently smoothed it with her other hand. 

09:46 Fri, Dec 6 G 

Chapter 294 

Kenneth, with his unfurrowed brow, was incredibly handsome, especially when asleep. The sharp aura he usually had disappeared, and his long eyelashes looked as delicate as a baby He appeared handsome from every angle. 

Without realizing it, Ophelia also fell asleep against the headboard. When she woke up, she found a blanket covering her. Kenneth who had been resting his head on her legs was gone, and the glasses were missing from the nightstand. 

In their place was a note. [I’m going to the office to handle some business, and will be back to have dinner with you tonight- Kenneth.] 

It was indeed Kenneth’s handwriting, bold and grand, each letter carrying a hint of arrogance just like him. 

Ophelia held the edge of the note carefully and put it away carefully. She glanced again at the other side of the bed, at the pair of cartoon clay figures under the clear acrylic box. 

At the Sinclair Group’s office. Kenneth sat in the office chair, his slender fingers holding a black pen, the tip moving smoothly across the paper, writing line after line. He was exceptionally focused. 

Soon, Mark knocked on the office door. “Mr. Sinclair, the items on your list have been bought, and some are being flown in from different parts of the country.” 

Kenneth replied, “Alright.” 

“Should I bring everything in?” Mark asked cautiously. 

“Yeah.” Kenneth replied coldly, still focused on his writing. 

Mark had people place dozens of items on the table next to him, almost forming a small mountain. The entire table couldn’t contain them all. 

He couldn’t quite grasp why Kenneth bought so many gifts for Ophelia. And he thought, ‘Mr. Sinclair is truly remarkable- his generosity toward his wife is unparalleled!” 

Mark asked, “Mr. Sinclair, is there anything else you need me to do?” 

“Not for now, you can go.” Kenneth said without even looking up, still focused on his work. 

[Happy 23rd birthday, Elia! Tonight, the starlight celebrates with you, and tomorrow the warm sunshine will be your companion.] 

[Happy 24th birthday, Elia! Year after year, I wish you a carefree life.] 

[Happy 25th birthday, Elia! Each year brings a new gift, and every moment is a joy.] 

[Happy 26th birthday, Elia…] 

[Happy 80th birthday, Elia. Don’t come to join me too early…] 

[Happy New Year, Elia! Wishing you peace and happiness.] 

[Happy New Year, Elia! May everything go smoothly.] 

Kenneth neatly sorted all the handwritten cards into their respective gifts. There were birthday gifts for each year up to her S0th birthday, and New Year gifts for every year.