Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 277

Chapter 277.

The familiar sensation made her body instinctively lean in, pressing closely against the man's chest. In the dim, pitch-black lighting. Ophelia couldn't see the man's face.

This feeling was so familiar, and she missed it deeply. Her legs felt unsteady, and somehow she was led out of the dance floor, the warmth beside her suddenly gone. She found it hard to stand until Ellie helped her keep steady. "Ophelia, Ophelia, what are you looking at?"

The lights around flickered on and off as Ophelia looked everywhere for that familiar figure, but she couldn't find it, and without hesitation, she rushed back onto the dance floor.

"Kenneth Sinclair! Kenneth..." Ophelia's steps were unsteady, her voice drowned in the screams and music.

That figure disappeared into the crowd, nowhere to be found. Imust have been Kenneth just then. He was here. He came back today. It had to be him; her body couldn't be mistaken. That familiar feeling, it must have been that man. Ophelia cried, "Kenneth Sinclair... Kenneth, come out! You came back, didn't you? You remember what day it is today, don't you? Kennie... come out..."

The alcohol had cleared from her system halfway, and she weaved through the crowd, standing on tiptoes with her neck stretched to look around. Her misty eyes pleaded desperately, carrying a bit of hope.

"Kenneth Sinclair..." she shouted, almost bringing herself to tears.

She was eager to find him, afraid that it was just her imagination. At that moment, a tall figure suddenly entered her vision.

Ophelia didn't even think, she just rushed forward and grabbed the man's wrist. The man turned around, and a stranger's face was reflected in Ophelia's eyes. "Miss, need some help?"

Ophelia quickly let go, stepped back, and shook her head.

She thought, 'Can it be... that really isn't Kenneth?'

"Ophelia, let's go back upstairs! Sharon and James are worried about you being down here alone." Ellie said, linking her arm with Ophelia.

Ophelia obediently stopped wandering around, her eyes, which sparkled like stars, suddenly lowered.

In a dark corner, a pair of long narrow eyes were staring unblinkingly at that girl's silhouette.

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After leaving the bar, Ophelia checked into a hotel nearby. She didn't want to go back to Rosewood Manor.

"I'll stay with you." Sharon insisted and accompanied her to the room, refusing to leave. Thomas stood awkwardly at the door.

"Go stick with the person you should! I don't need you here." Ophelia said with a bit of disdain as she glanced at Sharon. "You guys

should head home! Don't get caught by the paparazzi, and just go! I'm practically, falling asleep here."

As she spoke, she pushed Sharon out the door right into Thomas arms. "Alright, alright, see you! Goodnight."

As the door closed, the smile on Ophelia's face slowly disappeared. Her eyes showed signs of fatigue. She was really tired, but just couldn't fall asleep.

Her gaze fell on the wine rack in the room. She grabbed a corkscrew, opened a bottle, and poured herself a glass to drink

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"It's not even midnight yet. Happy Birthday, Ophelia, and you're all alone again" Once again, she was spending her birthday alone on Children's Day.

She finished the glass of wine and couldn't help coughing a few gines. Her face turned red from the coughing, with tears in her eyes.

After about ten minutes, she had drunk over half the wine, and sounds of retching and flushing came from the bathroom By the toilet, Ophelia lay there feeling sleepy. She fell into a dreainless sleep, as if she were dead.

The first rays of morning sunshine filtered through the curtains as Ophelia opened her eyes, finding herself in a large bed. She was covered with a blanket, still wearing yesterday's clothes

She thought, 'Did I get into bed by myself last night?'

She couldn't remember, her head was foggy, and her throat felt dry. She picked up a bottle of mineral water from the nightstand, unscrewed it, and took a sip, feeling much better.

She could still clearly remember what happened yesterday. She hadn't drunk to the point of forgetting, and fortunately, she had a good night's sleep.

Now, there was a lot waiting for her to handle. As for Kenneth. If he didn't want her to find him, she had nothing to do. However, she really didn't have a reason to keep staying at Rosewood Manor now.

She called Christopher. His tech company had matured completely and was now profitable. "Help me buy two single-level apartments downtown, preferably ones I can move into soon."

Christopher said, "Isn't that a coincidence? Last time you didn't take your share, so I invested in a few properties. I've only paid the down payments, so two are mortgaged, but there's one left, though it's a bit small, like 1,500 square feet. Is that okay?" "You call 1,500 square feet small?"

Christopher chuckled awkwardly over there; his tone was increasingly sounding like a big boss's. "Nothing's ever too big for you. I'll send you the location and the code right away, so you can head over any time." "Sure."

In less than half a minute after hanging up, Ophelia received a message. Ophelia couldn't help but smile when she saw the location. It seemed like there was nowhere she could escape from him.

The property was developed by the Sinclair Group. When she participated in a variety show competition back then, Kenneth had suggested she move in for the recordings.

But the apartment Christopher bought wasn't as great in terms of floor level or location as the ones Kenneth had left. The decor was minimalistic as well.

After all, the properties developed by the Sinclair Group were always located in the most convenient places. She thought, 'Let me move in first, and I'll change it when the right opportunity arises.

After leaving the hotel, Ophelia returned to Rosewood Manor. She told Scott to pack up while she grabbed a few things from her room, leaving everything else behind.

Dressed in a white shirt, jeans, and carrying a backpack, she looked just like when she first came to Rosewood Manor. Lisa and Liam exchanged a glance when they saw her. "Ms. Spencer... you, you are..." 11:14 Tue, Dec 3

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"Mrs. Sinclair, where are you going?" Lisa rushed forward.

Ophelia said, "Lisa, Liam, thank you for looking after me this past year. Kenneth and I never officially registered our marriage, and now we have no connection, so I no longer have the right to stay here." Upon hearing this, Lisa's eyes immediately turned red. "Mrs. Sinclair, what are you saying? What do you mean you're not connected with Mr. Sinclair anymore... Don't scare me..."

Ophelia smiled gently, soothingly rubbing the back of Lisa's har, but she didn't explain further.

She was sure Kenneth wouldn't betray her, and trusted that he wouldn't do anything to wrong her.

She knew Kenneth had his reasons for everything he did. She believed it all. But believing didn't mean she wasn't angry about his actions.

Maybe she was acting out of spite. Or maybe she was using this tactic of keeping her distance to make him show up.