Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 272

The cruise ship sailed slowly across the sea, the surroundings aglow with lights, while the sea itself lay in complete darkness.

Ophelia sat in a white wicker chair on the deck, her hands resting on the armrests, giving off a vacation vibe. She gazed into the endless night and the sparsely star-filled sky. The night seemed to merge with the sea, and being in such a place made her feel especially lonely.

Jonathan took off his jacket, contemplating whether to place it over her shoulders, but decided against it to avoid making a fool of himself. Mid-action, he paused and just tossed the jacket to her. "The wind's pretty strong out here, and I don't have any cold medicine with me."

Ophelia glanced at the jacket that was thrown at her, catching a whiff of the light cologne scent. Although it wasn't unpleasant, her eyes showed disgust.

Kenneth never wore cologne, but he naturally had a crisp and unique scent. She tossed Jonathan's jacket onto a nearby chair as if it were something dirty.

Jonathan felt a peculiar relief, surprisingly pleased that she hadn't thrown it into the sea.

The sea breeze was cool, blowing a few strands of hair across Ophelia's forehead. She tucked them behind her ear.

Jonathan was wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He walked to the grill, drew a knife from his waist, and sliced a piece from the roasted lamb.

He wrapped the bone in a napkin and handed it to Ophelia. "Have a try." His tone was like he was feeding a kitten or puppy.

Since leaving Hastings family, she hadn't heard that tone for a long time. She glanced coldly over her shoulder before turning her gaze back to the sea.

Jonathan glanced at his wristwatch. "It's been two hours and Kenneth still hasn't gotten back to me. Don't let it stop you from eating something. Otherwise, you might not have the strength to run later if you want to." He placed a leg of lamb onto Ophelia's plate. "Relax, there's no poison."

"Knife." Ophelia said, reaching out her hand. She couldn't just eat such a big piece like that.

Jonathan watched her for a moment, a smirk forming at the edge of his lips, and casually instructed, "Jim, bring Ms. Spencer some cutlery."

"Yes, Mr. Davidson." A short man in his twenties brought over a knife and fork.

Ophelia was getting hungry, and even if she might have to fight with someone soon, she'd need strength for that. These bodyguards wouldn't go easy on her like those people from the guild.

The smell of the ocean was overpowering, and the lamb hadn't been specially prepared. She found it a bit tough to enjoy, and after a few bites, she wasn't hungry anymore.

Time trickled by. The temperature over the sea was dropping, and her cell phone had no signal.

"If you're cold, go inside. Jonathan suggested, giving her a look.

"Do you plan to keep drifting on the sea? Are you scared if we dock, I'll try to escape?" Ophelia raised her eyebrow.

A few pieces of grilled lamb chops, smelling wonderful, were placed on the plate in front of her. Jonathan sat down across

The cruise ship sailed slowly across the sea, the surroundings aglow with lights, while the sea itself lay in complete darkness.

Ophelia sat in a white wicker chair on the deck, her hands resting on the armrests, giving off a vacation vibe. She gazed into the endless night and the sparsely star-filled sky. The night seemed to merge with the sea, and being in such a place made her feel especially lonely.

Jonathan took off his jacket, contemplating whether to place it over her shoulders, but decided against it to avoid making a fool of himself.

Mid-action, he paused and just tossed the jacket to her. "The wit's pretty strong out here, and I don't have any cold medicine with me."

Ophelia glanced at the jacket that was thrown at her, catching a whiff of the light cologne scent. Although it wasn't unpleasant, her eyes showed disgust.

Kenneth never wore cologne, but he naturally had a crisp and unique scent. She tossed Jonathan's jacket onto a nearby chair as if it were something dirty.

Jonathan felt a peculiar relief, surprisingly pleased that she hadn't thrown it into the sea.

The sea breeze was cool, blowing a few strands of hair across Ophelia's forehead. She tucked them behind her ear.

Jonathan was wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He walked to the grill, drew a knife from his waist, and sliced a piece from the roasted lamb.

He wrapped the bone in a napkin and handed it to Ophelia. "Have a try." His tone was like he was feeding a kitten or puppy.

Since leaving Hastings family, she hadn't heard that tone for a long time. She glanced coldly over her shoulder before turning her gaze back to the sea.

Jonathan glanced at his wristwatch. "It's been two hours and Kenneth still hasn't gotten back to me. Don't let it stop you from eating something. Otherwise, you might not have the strength to run later if you want to." He placed a leg of lamb onto Ophelia's plate. "Relax, there's no poison."

"Knife." Ophelia said, reaching out her hand. She couldn't just eat such a big piece like that.

Jonathan watched her for a moment, a smirk forming at the edge of his lips, and casually instructed, "Jim, bring Ms. Spencer some cutlery."

"Yes, Mr. Davidson." A short man in his twenties brought over a knife and fork.

Ophelia was getting hungry, and even if she might have to fight with someone soon, she'd need strength for that. These bodyguards wouldn't go easy on her like those people from the guild.

The smell of the ocean was overpowering, and the lamb hadn't been specially prepared. She found it a bit tough to enjoy, and after a few bites, she wasn't hungry anymore.

Time trickled by. The temperature over the sea was dropping, and her cell phone had no signal.

"If you're cold, go inside." Jonathan suggested, giving her a look.

"Do you plan to keep drifting on the sea? Are you scared if we dock, I'll try to escape?" Ophelia raised her eyebrow.

A few pieces of grilled lamb chops, smelling wonderful, were placed on the plate in front of her. Jonathan sat down across

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"Yes, I'm worried you'll escape. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. You wild little cat are really hard to tame! Jonathan said, tilting his head to look at her, calmly wiping his military knife with a handkerchief. Ophelia was done with idle chat, having no patience left. "What if Kenneth ignores your threat or doesn't care about me at all? What's your next move? Kill me or toss me into the sea?"

Jonathan asked, "How could I ever kill you? However, I'm a bit curious. Why hasn't Kenneth done anything this time? I remember last time, there was already a helicopter hovering over my base by now."

His smile grew more pronounced. "Or is your relationship hitting a rough patch? It's been ages, and there's still no news from Kenneth. Does this mean he's done with you? Why not come with me? Whatever Kenneth can offer, I can give you more."

Ophelia looked at the vast ocean and sneered. "Being with me every day, aren't you worried you'll end up dead without even knowing how it happened?"

Jonathan put away the knife and leaned slightly forward, a playful glint in his icy-blue eyes. "Should I take that to mean you're worried about me?" His voice was like a snake's hiss, making one's skin crawl.

Just then, his subordinate, Jim, approached with a satellite phone. "Mr. Davidson, Mr. Sinclair wants to speak with you."

Ophelia's calm quickly turned to nervousness. She swallowed hard, her breath caught in her chest, yet her face remained impassive.

Jonathan took the call, his eyes fixed on Ophelia in front of him.

With the call on speakerphone, a deep, stern voice came from the other end, "Let her go." It was that familiar voice.

Ophelia's hands clenched unconsciously, as she stole a glance and quickly looked away.

"Let her go? Mr. Sinclair must be joking, right? Or are you considering giving up some of your shipping routes?" Jonathan crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.

Kenneth said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just giving you a reminder. The person with you is no threat to me at the momen There's no need for all this trouble."

"Are you sure? Just a moment ago, you were telling me to let her go."

The voice on the other end stayed cold. "Telling you to let them go is giving you a chance. I'll report it to the police and handle it from there, Whether you actually let her go is none of my concern." "Does Mr. Sinclair honestly not care? Well then, how about letting me

have your woman?"

"Whatever." The voice on the other end was cold and indifferent, like he was giving away something insignificant.

Every word was as sharp as the cold sea breeze, cutting into Ophelia's heart.

With the call still ongoing, Jonathan raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and chuckled softly as he looked at Ophelia. "Has your man left you? Maybe it's time to think about coming into my arms?" With that, the call ended with a series of beeps, making it seem like there truly was nothing connecting Kenneth anymore

Jonathan looked at Ophelia standing in front of him. Her beautiful eyes sparkled under the light, but they held a dead silence like dark sea water. Her innocent face was calm and expressionless.

A sea breeze swept through, tangling her chaotic hair, shrouding her in an unavoidable melancholy. This sense of brokenness tightened Jonathan's heart, making his brow twitch involuntarily.

from her.

"Yes, I'm worried you'll escape, Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. You wild little cat are really hard to tame!" Jonathan said, tilting his head to look at her, calmly wiping his military knife with a handkerchief. Ophelia was done with idle chat, having no patience left. "What Kenneth ignores your threat or doesn't care about me at all? What's your next move? Kill me or toss me into the sea?"

Jonathan asked, "How could I ever kill you? However, I'm a bit cirious. Why hasn't Kenneth done anything this time? I remember last time, there was already a helicopter hovering over my base by now."

His smile grew more pronounced. "Or is your relationship hitting a rough patch? It's been ages, and there's still no news from Kenneth. Does this mean he's done with you? Why not come with me? Whatever Kenneth can offer, I can give you more." Ophelia looked at the vast ocean and sneered. "Being with me every day, aren't you worried you'll end up dead without even knowing how it happened?"

Jonathan put away the knife and leaned slightly forward, a playful glint in his icy-blue eyes. "Should I take that to mean you're worried about me?" His voice was like a snake's hiss, making one's skin crawl.

Just then, his subordinate, Jim, approached with a satellite phone. "Mr. Davidson, Mr. Sinclair wants to speak with you."

Ophelia's calm quickly turned to nervousness. She swallowed hard, her breath caught in her chest, yet her face remained impassive.

Jonathan took the call, his eyes fixed on Ophelia in front of him.

With the call on speakerphone, a deep, stern voice came from the other end, "Let her go." It was that familiar voice. Ophelia's hands clenched unconsciously, as she stole a glance and quickly looked away. "Let her go? Mr. Sinclair must be joking, right? Or are you considering giving up some of your shipping routes?" Jonathan crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed. Kenneth said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just giving you a reminder. The person with you is no threat to me at the moment. There's no need for all this trouble."

"Are you sure? Just a moment ago, you were telling me to let her go."

The voice on the other end stayed cold. "Telling you to let them go is giving you a chance. I'll report it to the police and handle it from there, Whether you actually let her go is none of my concern." have "Does Mr. Sinclair honestly not care? Well then, how about letting me

your woman?"

"Whatever." The voice on the other end was cold and indifferent like he was giving away something insignificant.

Every word was as sharp as the cold sea breeze, cutting into Ophelia's heart.

With the call still ongoing, Jonathan raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and chuckled softly as he looked at Ophelia. "Has your man left you? Maybe it's time to think about coming into my arms?" With that, the call ended with a series of beeps, making it seem like there truly was nothing connecting Kenneth anymore.

Jonathan looked at Ophelia standing in front of him. Her beautiful eyes sparkled under the light, but they held a dead silence like dark sea water. Her innocent face was calm and expressionless.

A sea breeze swept through, tangling her chaotic hair, shrouding her in an unavoidable melancholy. This sense of brokenness tightened Jonathan's heart, making his brow twitch involuntarily. 10:21 Mon, Dec 2

He had never seen her like this before and didn't know what to

Ophelia remained silent, turned her head and locked eyes with his chin.

Facing her gaze, Jonathan couldn't utter a word, feeling as if hi

Moments later, he began to sense the murderous intent in her reverse grip and kicked the table over. Completely catching hir

Ophelia's every move was lethal and decisive, as if venting her cut his shirt within three moves.

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He had never seen her like this before and didn't know what to say.

Ophelia remained silent, turned her head and locked eyes with him, looked at his captivating face and the deep dimple on

his chin

Facing her gaze, Jonathan couldn't utter a word, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed.

Moments later, he began to sense the murderous intent in her eyes. In a split second, Ophelia grabbed a dinner knife with a reverse grip and kicked the table over. Completely catching him off guard, she lunged at him. Ophelia's every move was lethal and decisive, as if venting her dissatisfaction. Even with just a dinner knife, she managed to cut his shirt within three moves.