Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 276

Ophelia shot an annoyed glare at Rex, whose smug grin seemed to stretch to the sky.

The next moment, Rex stood upright like a tamed tiger, his well behaved appearance was quite a surprise.

The room was filled with familiar faces, and everyone knew exactly what kind of person Rex was. Not even the king himself could scare him, and no one managed to keep him in line. No one, except for one person. Even on set, if he didn't cooperate, just saying, "call Elia," would make him comply immediately.

It was like a child unwilling to take medicine when one threatened to call the doctor for a shot. In fact, the effect was even

better.

Sharon looped her arm through Ophelia's as they sat beside James and Kevin. Thomas opened a bottle of wine for Ophelia and passed it to her.

James raised his glass and said a few words. The group stood up to clink glasses, celebrating the successful months of filming.

The core crew members and a few important staff, totaling around a dozen people, made the private room lively and buzzing.

Rex flitted around like a social butterfly, eager to join in and play with whatever anyone was doing.

Ophelia was laughing and chatting, drinking and singing along with them. On the surface, she seemed her usual self, yet there was something different about her.

Taking advantage of a pause in their game when someone went to the restroom, Kevin leaned in and quietly asked, "Elia, are you feeling down today?"

"Not at all! I'm just here to have fun!" Ophelia gave a carefree smile, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her brown eyes reflected the bright lights of the room.

"Not telling me the truth? Your personality is too well-known to me. You've always kept things to yourself, and the more you keep inside, the happier you seem on the surface. Even with a wide smile, your eyes aren't truly smiling." Maybe it was because they'd seen her truly smile before, so it was easy to tell when her smile wasn't genuine.

He hadn't seen this side of Ophelia in a long ti

He thought that this side of Ophelia only existed in his memories.

"Maybe I've just been working too much lately. You know, I've got so many things going on. It's rare to get a chance to relax." Ophelia casually dismissed it with an excuse.

Soon, the assistant who had gone to the bathroom returned. Standing between Kevin and Ophelia, they continued their dice game, with the loser having to drink.

After several rounds, Ophelia had a lot to drink. She could really hold her drink, and even when she'd had a lot, it didn't show.

"I'm done playing, Sharon. Let's go downstairs and dance!" Ophelia suggested eagerly.

Maybe it was because Thomas was around, but Sharon hadn't drunk much, and she was surprised by Ophelia's suggestion. She remembered Ophelia being like a stiff old soul the first time she was brought onto the dance floor. Sharon had to drag her along to get her moving before she learned how to dance. She didn't expect Ophelia to suggest it herself this time.

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"Alright! I'm coming! Sharon was halfway across the room before someone held her back by the waist.

"Babe, can't you tell? Ophelia secins to be in a bad mood today. Thomas pointed out.

Before Sharon could say anything, Rex, who was hogging the karaoke mic, leaned over. "What? What are you guys talking about? Ophelia's in a bad mood? I didn't notice. Who the heck would dare mess with my sister?" His voice echoed through the sound system. Everyone stared at Rex in disbelief.

It was then Sharon noticed that Ophelia seemed unusually upbeat today. "Alright, I understand. I'll go check on her," she whispered to Thomas.

Thomas said, "You better not go. I don't want any photos getting out. Let Ellie handle it."

Sharon thought, "True, we're public figures after all, so we have to be cautious. It is okay earlier when the bar is less crowded, but now it's peak time.

Ophelia dove into the dance floor and as soon as she stepped in her mind went blank. Her innocent doe eyes were mesmerizing and alluring, with a soft blush on her cheeks and her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her pale fingers ran through her hair as she moved to the music. She wore a white shirt and jeans, with the lights flickering across her.

Such an outfit was uncommon in a bar like this, like a fresh rabbit above a tiger's den. That stunning face combined with such a pure look made hearts race, with people eagerly watching

Before long, Ophelia was surrounded by men. Yet, she was completely unaware.

"Miss, did you come here alone?"

"Hi, can we get to know each other?"

"I'm the director at Texco. Interested in becoming friends?"

After all, not everyone could casually come to this bar. Even pick-up lines came from people with status. There weren't any thugs, but one never knew when a rich playboy might show up. "Hey, beauty, are you trying to catch my attention? Well, you have!"

"Tonight, I'll take you away, and you'll be the woman everyone envies!"

Ophelia's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She was dancing perfectly fine, but suddenly a swarm of flies seemed to have appeared, buzzing around her ears nonstop.

It was driving her crazy! She wanted to shoo them away, but they just wouldn't leave.

When Ellie came down, she saw Ophelia surrounded by a few guys trying to chat her up. She hurried over and grabbed Ophelia's hand. "Ophelia, let's go back upstairs!"

Ophelia said angrily, "Oh come on! What's with you all? I just want to let loose for once! Nobody's watching over me anyway! Why can't I just dance in peace? Everyone, move aside!" Ophelia frowned, but her tone lacked any authority and sounded endearingly soft and innocent instead. Her eyes were glossy with intoxication, completely unfocused.

""The little girl is right!"

"Youth is for being wild!"

The crowd agreed, and Ellie, who had been holding her hand, was suddenly separated from her by someone.

The bar suddenly went dark, and the music shifted to a deep bass, lively yet subdued.

The lights changed with the rhythm of the music, and when they dimmed, nothing could be seen. Ophelia was enthusiastically dancing, while the men around gradually moved closer, taking advantage of the darkness to get a little too close.

Just as one hand was about to touch her waist, it was suddenly caught by a strong grip. There was a sharp "crack" from the dance floor. Immediately, it was followed by a scream.

Annoyed by the noise, Ophelia covered her ears and kicked out in annoyance. Just as she was about to continue dancing, an arm encircled her waist.