Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 

After hanging up the call and looking at the information Chloe sent, Ophelia suddenly had a thought and found Ronin’s contact on WhatsApp. She called him with a voice call. 

The phone rang for a long time, and just when Ophelia thought Ronin on the other end wouldn’t answer, the call was finally picked up, and the timer started counting. 

“Hey, why did you suddenly call me?” Ronin, sounded a bit surprised. 

He thought, ‘Does her man know she’s calling me?‘ 

“What’s up? Just tell me,” he said seriously. 

“Sorry to bother you, Dr. West. I’m calling to ask for something,” she said politely. 

“What is it? Just tell me.” 

“Kenneth’s toxin pathology report.” Ophelia got straight to the point, not wasting any time. She needed to understand the results of the toxins in Kenneth’s body. 

Ronin on the other end paused for a few seconds, “Well… you, you already know?” 

Ronin cleared his throat twice, wondering if she was testing him. 

“Yes, I know everything, and I’m not bluffing. I need the pathology report to find a treatment. Could you please send it to me later, Dr. West? Thank you.” 

“Oh, all right.” After Ronin hung up, he sent the report and paused for a moment. 

He thought, ‘Why am I so obedient? That feeling is really strange 

Ophelia saved the pathology report and then looked up the locations of villages along the Jenton border. 

She planned to leave tomorrow, but she didn’t know how she should break the news to Kenneth. Her leg injury wasn’t fully healed yet, so Kenneth definitely wouldn’t let her go. She didn’t feel comfortable leaving this matter to someone else. 

Just as she was thinking, car headlights flashed outside Rosewood Manor. Ophelia turned her gaze and saw that Kenneth had returned. She decided to close her laptop and set it aside before going downstairs for dinner. 

The maid had already prepared dinner. Ophelia leisurely held onto the stair rail as she walked down. She was halfway down the stairs when a tall figure took two stairs at a time to reach her. 

He hadn’t even had time to change his shoes yet. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” He intended to go up and carry her down. “It’s fine. I can manage on my own. My leg’s okay now.” She didn’t want Kenneth to worry. 

Kenneth glanced at her leg and, without a word, picked her up in his arms. Instinctively, Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck, assuring him that she was really fine. 

“You’re treating me like I’m paralyzed or something.” 

“If you were paralyzed in my arms, would you really be unhappy” Kenneth looked at Ophelia in his arms with a playful smile, his words hinting at deeper meanings. 

In the downstairs hall, Lisa and the other maids saw the couple coming down the stairs, discreetly looking away with knowing smiles. They thought, ‘Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair are just so in love. It’s almost too sweet. 

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Chapter 293 

Just by looking at their eyes, Ophelia could tell what they were thinking. It was kind of embarrassing. She leaned her cheek closer into his chest. 

Kenneth gave a soft chuckle through his nose, carried her to the dining room, placed her on the main dining chair, and sat down next to her. Usually, Lisa would serve the dishes, but this time Kenneth did it himself. 

He took off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt to his forearms, his strong arms extending to his well–defined hands. 

With his long fingers holding the chopsticks, he filled her plate with all her favorite dishes. 

One moment, she felt like she was paralyzed, the next she felt like Kenneth was treating her like a pampered pet. “That’s enough, that’s enough, and I can’t eat all that.” 

Kenneth ignored her protests, peeling shrimp for her and placing them into her bowl one by one. Watching him peel shrimp was simply a delightful sight. 

Kenneth glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly as if something had crossed his mind. 

Seeing his frown, Ophelia thought he was feeling unwell and urgently asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” 

“No.” He thought that Ophelia had lost weight lately, her chin had become more pointed. Without him around, she didn’t eat properly. 

“From now on… you need to eat well. Do you hear me?” Even if he was not around, she should eat well and sleep properly. 

Ophelia felt a sharp pang in her heart, like a piece of her had been ripped out. It felt like he was saying his last words. At the table, the silence was so heavy it was hard to breathe. 

“Yeah.” Ophelia nodded as she began to quickly eat her food. 

These were all her favorites, yet each bite was hard to swallow. She was genuinely afraid Kenneth would leave her. 

After dinner, they went upstairs, and just like at the hospital, Kenneth carried her to the bath. He knelt down and carefully covered her wound with a waterproof medical patch. 

As soon as he stood up, Ophelia in front of him wrapped her arms around his neck. Ophelia pushed him against the wall, pulled his neck down, and kissed his thin lips on tiptoe. A sweet, girlish scent filled the air. 

Kenneth froze, looking down at her. Watching her eyelashes quiver like butterfly wings. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his gaze grew deeper. Even after all this time, her kissing skills hadn’t improved at all. So he took charge. 

Kenneth wrapped his arms around her waist, worried her injured leg couldn’t stand the strain for long, so he lifted her slightly to ease the pressure.