Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

Chapter 67

After leaving the police station, Ophelia saw the car from Rosewood Manor parked at the entrance. She turned back to Adams and thanked him.

Adams had also been dealing with such trivial lawsuits for the first time, and he hadn't really helped much, feeling unworthy of Ophelia's gratitude. Ophelia nodded to him, stepped down, and got into the car. As soon as she got in, Kenneth pulled her wrist and brought her into his embrace. Kenneth lifted her chin, his gaze somewhat cold and fierce, resembling the way he looked when Ophelia first met him after her rebirth.

"Ophelia, if you disappear again without letting me know, you can forget about your freedom for the rest of your life." Kenneth's words were far from a joke. He was particularly seriou After speaking, Kenneth immediately released her, sitting alone in his seat and turning to look out the window. Kenneth's changed attitude left Ophelia puzzled, and she thought, 'Is he angry because he couldn't find me after he finished

his shower?

Like a little child, Ophelia tugged at Kenneth's sleeve. "Are you angry? I thought Lisa would tell you I went out, and I thought I could handle it myself, so I didn't want to trouble you. Her pleasing voice sounded soft and tender. However, Kenneth raised his hand to keep her from touching him. "Ophelia, who am I?"

Ophelia wanted to say that he was obviously Kenneth, but she knew that wasn't the answer he wanted, and she didn't foolishly blurt it out. Instead, she shyly replied, "You are...my man."

But Kenneth didn't accept it, snorting coldly, "Hmph... Is that so His eyes were filled with frost. He didn't feel that Ophelia considered him her partner,

For Ophelia, who had never been in a relationship in both lives, she felt confused, thinking, 'Is he not satisfied with such an answer?

She wracked her brain, recalling the reason Kenneth was angry when they returned to Rosewood Manor from the set, and she began to guess why he was upset this time. "So, you're angry that I didn't tell you right away?" Kenneth remained silent, two little figures battling in his mind. One told him to give her freedom and let her spread her wings, while the other insisted on keeping her close.

Seeing Kenneth's silence, Ophelia knew she had guessed correctly and secretly exhaled. Having grown up resolving all her troubles by herself, she realized it was her fault for not making him feel needed. "Kenneth, I am your kite. No matter how high I fly, the string is always in your hands." "What if the string breaks?" Kenneth turned his head to look at her, gazing deeply into her eyes.

That gaze resembled the one he had when Ophelia first saw him in this life, filled with possession and faint struggle. Every time she saw that look, her heart ached. "Haven't we already gotten married? Kenneth, don't worry. As long as you don't fall in love with someone else, I promise I won't leave you."

Kenneth stared at her, his gaze gradually becoming heated. The partition rose at an opportune moment. Kenneth held Ophelia's head, kissing her almost frantically, wanting to mark her all over and let everyone know she belonged to him.

Inside the car, their breaths intertwined, creating a wave of heat, but gradually it calmed down. Kenneth's strong fingers wove through her hair, holding her tightly in his embrace. The car drove steadily down the road, and silence enveloped the interior for a long time. "Back in that winter, I told my mother that I wanted a soccer ball, and she said she would go out to buy one for me. Then,

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she never came back Kenneth whispered in Ophelia's ear, his voice hoarse and calm, as if he were recounting something trivial.

But Ophelia felt her heart was pierced. Each word struck her heart, making it feel like it had cracked open countless seams, causing pain that made it hard for her to breathe.

Ophelia thought, "So every time he looked at me so affectionately, he felt so conflicted and struggled. He didn't dare make requests of me because he was afraid of losing me. Tears welled in her eyes, and she sympathized with him. "He was only nine years old then! Ophelia felt as if her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a word. She could only hold him tightly, just like he usually held her.

The next day, Emily arrived at the set of Legacy of the Paramour around noon, accompanied by a trustworthy-looking male assistant. When she entered the lounge, she saw Sharon sitting on her sofa, dressed in a look that was all too familiar to her, looking at the script. "Ms. Campbell, did you walk into the wrong room? This is my lounge."

"Sorry, but from now on, this lounge belongs to me. I have had someone pack your things and place them at the door," Sharon replied without looking up.

Emily turned her head, her gaze dropping down, thinking, "Is this bag of trash my stuff? She suppressed her anger and carefully surveyed the area, fearing there were hidden cameras. Seeing that Sharon ignored her, she decided to find the director, William. Before Emily reached the director's office, she encountered Ophelia walking with William, seemingly enjoying a good conversation. William, who never smiled, was actually talking and laughing with Ophelia.

"What's going on here?' Emily pressed down her inner agitation as she walked over, forcing a smile. "Mr. Martin, am I being switched lounges? Ms. Campbell is in my lounge. Her tone sounded like a primary school student reporting to a teacher.

"Didn't your agent tell you? You have been replaced as the female lead. You're still young, and your acting skills need more honing. You have to learn to get into the character's heart. However, you are a very talented actress, and we can collaborate again next time," William explained.

Emily stood frozen, shooting a venomous glare at Ophelia "Did you speak ill of me? Ophelia, what do you want? Mr. Martin, don't listen to her side of the story. I can improve where I didn't perform well. I will learn. Besides, I..."

"The investment from Sungate Entertainment, along with the penalty fees, has already been refunded. If you want to have at cameo as a maid or something, you can try. Your performance just now was quite good." William's words were particularly

mean.

Emily remained dazed for a long while before registering what had happened. She immediately pulled out her phone to call Sophia, thinking. She fought for this opportunity, and now it's gone just like that!

The phone rang for a long time without anyone picking up. Emily then called her father, but after two rings, the call was disconnected. She was so furious that she wanted to throw away her phone. "Emily, Emily... Someone called her name.

"Shut up!" Frustrated, Emily directed all her rage at her assistant. The male assistant lowered his head and cautiously handed her the phone.

"Emily, Leave the Entertainment Industry!" had topped the hot search rankings. Emily received countless insults in her private messages, and every post on her homepage was filled with derogatory comments, worse than any previous incidents. [The scheming bitch is so disgusting! From now on, no matter what role Emily plays, even if it's a minor one, I won't watch it.]

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[Some people are inherently bad. Disgusting! A tumor! Emily should hurry up and get out of the entertainment industry!]

[Get out of the entertainment industry!]

Various media outlets frantically re-shared and edited videos of Emily framing Sharon, commenting that what she said was unbearable. Emily felt her head explode with a loud bang.