Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 271

Jonathan froze momentarily, took a deep breath, but the smile ever faded from his face. "Still such a sharp tongue, but... I like it. His face gradually moved closer.

Ophelia furrowed her brows and stepped back. Every time she met Jonathan, she felt entirely uncomfortable.

Jonathan stared into Ophelia's deep brown eyes. Those eyes, even without any emotion, were like hooks that captured one's soul. His heartbeat sped up involuntarily; this feeling was addictive. Jonathan politely opened the car door and gestured as an invitation. "It's evening now and, do you want to grab a quick meal

with me?"

"No chance. Just seeing you makes me want to puke."

Ophelia thought, 'Does something get into this guy? Does he really want to have dinner with me? Is this some kind of trap?" She already had plans with Chloe for tonight.

Just as Ophelia was about to get past him, two bodyguards in black blocked her way.

"Two bodyguards think they can stop me? Looks like I didn't teach them a good enough lesson last time." Ophelia thought as a flash of determination passed through her eyes. Jonathan looked at her with a slight smile. "Your brother plays basketball really well. We just played together this afternoon."

Something snapped in Ophelia, and the calm in her eyes shattered. Scott did say he was going to play basketball this afternoon.

She clenched her fists, looking like a little beast ready to pounce. "Jonathan! What on earth are you trying to do?" "Get in the car and come with me."

Ophelia stared at his shameless face, grinding her teeth in anger. "Give me the address, and I'll drive myself there."

"I'll have someone drive your car there, just get in." Jonathan's voice was gentle, but there was a clear firmness in his words.

Ophelia glanced at Jonathan as he opened the car door. Instead of getting in, she walked around the car and got in from the other side by herself.

Jonathan chuckled softly, and thought, 'Such a little wildcat. How can she also be a bit cute?'

He got into the car, and as it started, Ophelia pressed against her door, as if there was a river between them.

"Do you really dislike me so much?" Jonathan's icy blue eyes fixed on Ophelia beside him, never before realizing how spacious the car's interior felt.

Ophelia couldn't be bothered to speak with such a despicable person who only knew how to threaten others.

"Do you know how many girls are chasing after me? Am I really that inferior to Kenneth? You attempted to kill me last time, and I didn't even make an issue out of it."

In that tone, he seemed to say, "You should be grateful." Ophelia thought, 'This guy is not only obsessed with romance but also full of himself. How disgusting he is!' She couldn't think of any word other than disgusting to describe him.

The roads were somewhat congested at this time, and after nearly an hour, they gradually left the city.

Ophelia asked, "Weren't we just going for a simple meal?" They were already far from the city.

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"Getting anxious? How could the dinner I planned for you be anything but exceptional?" Jonathan's way of speaking always made Ophelia feel distinctly uncomfortable. "Move closer." Jonathan ordered in a commanding tone. Ophelia remained unfazed, struggling to hide the disdain gleaming in her eyes.

"Other than my sister, no one has ever looked down on me this much."

"Even your sister finds you annoying. Don't you get the hint?" Ophelia snapped back. His keeping mentioning his sister made Ophelia suspect that he might have a sister complex. Jonathan heard what she said, and instead of getting angry, he gave a wide smile. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like that. He really seemed to enjoy abuse.

It wasn't long before the car stopped by the beach, where a massive yacht was docked. Her phone rang just as the car halted -it was Chloe. She answered the call, bringing the phone to her ear. Jonathan gave her a casual glance, his eyes carrying a wicked charm. "We're here."

The bodyguard opened the car door for them, and Ophelia stepped out, taking a quick look at her surroundings. She thought, 'What a godforsaken place.'

"Chloe/l can't come over to your place tonight. I have some matters to attend to here. Let's reschedule for another day." Her voice was deliberately lowered.

The sound of waves came through the receiver to Chloe. Gripping her phone tighter, she asked, "Who are you with?"

Ophelia glanced at Jonathan, saying, "With some crazy person, don't worry about it." As she spoke, she followed Jonathan onto the yacht, her eyes searching for Scott.

At that moment, Scott's call came in, and Ophelia answered it immediately. Scott's voice came from the other end, "Ophelia, I'm home. When are you coming back?" "You... you came home?" Ophelia's eyebrows furrowed even more.

A few seconds later, she suddenly understood what was happening. She had inadvertently exposed her vulnerability right in front of Jonathan.

From beginning to end, Jonathan never mentioned he had kidnapped Scott. She was so worried that she got confused and even forgot to call Scott to confirm. She could almost cry over how foolish she was. "I'll be back later. Have dinner by yourself and get to bed early." Scott agreed on the other end, and Ophelia hung up the phone, ready to get off the yacht immediately, but she was stopped by a few bodyguards. "Jonathan, what exactly do you plan to do?" She didn't want to have dinner with someone like him. His invitation definitely had another motive.

Since Scott wasn't there, she didn't have much to worry about. She glanced at her car and gauged the distance.

As she surveyed the situation and the people around, she was about to make a move when Jonathan behind her spoke softly, "The last bet, we haven't settled it yet."

Ophelia thought, 'Is this guy asking for trouble? After all that, hasn't the winner been decided yet?'

Jonathan said, "I've already discovered your vulnerable spot. I can have my men grab that boy anytime, but it wouldn't be good if he got hurt on the way."

Ophelia thought of calling-bim despicable, but she had no one to blame but herself. She had been fuzzy-headed these past few days. She truly wasn't cautious at all, allowing this man to succeed so easily. Jonathan said, "Just when you got in the car earlier, I had my people notify Kenneth. Let's see if he'll give up part of his trade routes for you."

"But he hasn't replied to me yet. So why don't you keep me company while we wait? Meanwhile, we can get to know each other better," Jonathan said as he gradually leaned in, a smug smile on his face. Ophelia wanted to retort but swallowed her words. She lowered her gaze, feeling a bit of hesitation, thinking about going with the flow. She wanted to see if Kenneth would come to her aid like he did last time. Jonathan was a little surprised when she didn't argue back. He thought, 'Does she really think she could escape? It isn't going to be so easy this time.'

"Please, don't let good food go to waste." The tempting aroma of grilled lamb wafted from the deck ahead.

On the grill was a whole lamb, sizzling and dripping with oil, and the sea breeze carried its enticing scent.

Ophelia asked, "Are you implying I'm just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?"

Jonathan chuckled softly, his voice smooth but teasing, giving an impression of insincerity. "Of course not, you're no lamb. You're clearly a wolf."