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Kenneth remained silent, and the waitress seized the opportunity to walk inside.
She glanced around the room but didn’t see Ophelia, so she curiously asked, “Is Mrs. Sinclair not here?”
Kenneth, with his commanding presence, still didn’t respond.
The waitress, not daring to ask further, lowered her head and began tidying up.
She considered herself one of the best–looking women in the hotel, but Kenneth hadn’t even spared her a second glance, which left her feeling disappointed.
Once she finished organizing, she walked over to Kenneth. “Mr. Sinclair, is there anything else you need? There are plenty of late–night snacks available. Would you like me to prepare some for you and Mrs. Sinclair?”
“No need.” Kenneth’s voice was cold and piercing, even carrying a hint of irritation.
The waitress dared not stay longer, offering a slight nod before retreating outside.
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A little over ten minutes later, Ophelia had taken a quick shower in the bathroom, and when she stepped out, she found Kenneth standing on the balcony, hands resting on the glass railing.
His tall figure was straight and imposing.
Ophelia, dressed in a bathrobe, smelled faintly of fruit.
Kenneth walked over, and Ophelia wrapped her arms around him from behind.
“Have you been waiting long?” Ophelia asked.
As her cheek touched his back, Kenneth turned around, giving her a brief, neutral glance.
“Yes.” Kenneth nodded.
His mood was clearly not great.
“What’s wrong? Not happy?” Ophelia glanced at the time. It was already past midnight, and she had indeed taken too long in the bathroom.
It was her fault.
She had eaten and not considered Kenneth, who was waiting for her.
Before Ophelia could even touch him, Kenneth swiftly moved away.
“I’m tired,” Kenneth said coldly.
Ophelia followed him inside. “Then, um… should I help you with a shower?”
“No need. You should go to bed,” Kenneth replied.
Normally, Kenneth wouldn’t have reacted this way at this hour.
“Okay,” Ophelia replied, confused, nodding,
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Perhaps Kenneth really was just too tired.
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Ophelia changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. She glanced at the work report on her phone before her eyelids grew heavier.
She wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but she was suddenly awakened by a force gripping her waist so tightly that she couldn’t catch her breath.
Ophelia slowly opened her eyes, and there she saw Kenneth, holding her tightly in his arms as if he was afraid someone might take her away.
He held her fiercely.
Ophelia couldn’t even move an inch.
Turning her head, she saw Kenneth’s brow furrowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his long lashes trembling slightly, his breathing growing heavier. He wasn’t sleeping peacefully,
‘Has he been having a nightmare?‘ Ophelia wondered.
“Kennie…” she whispered his name, trying to shift her body, but she couldn’t.
As soon as Kenneth’s body was laid flat again, he suddenly jolted awake.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like ice, and his entire demeanor exuded hostility.
Ophelia was genuinely frightened by Kenneth in this state.
It seemed like he was ready to kill.
“What’s wrong?” Ophelia asked, getting up to hold Kenneth’s arm and get closer.
“I’m fine.” Kenneth quickly pulled his hand away, his chest rising and falling sharply, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal part of a lettered tattoo on his chest.
Kenneth got off the bed and went into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face.
The sky outside had already started to brighten, while the soft night light in the room kept the atmosphere dim.
Kenneth came out of the bathroom and headed straight for the balcony with a cigarette in hand, the tip of the cigarette glowing and dimming as he smoked.
Ophelia walked over and stood beside him.
Her delicate hands rested on the back of Kenneth’s other hand.
Kenneth took a long drag from his cigarette, his gaze still distant. He didn’t even dare to look at Ophelia
“I’m fine. Go back to sleep,” he said.
“I’ll stay with you. I want to be with you,” Ophelia said, wrapping her arms around his and resting her head on his shoulder.
Kenneth put out the cigarette and gently stroked her hair.
They stood on the balcony for a long time, until the horizon slowly turned golden with the rising sun.
The last time they had watched the sunrise together was in Gloomhaven.
That night, Ophelia had been drinking.
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She had said, “Kenneth, I only have you. Kenneth, please never leave me.”
‘I’m sorry, little one. I might have to break my promise,‘ Kenneth thought.
His eyes reddened slightly as the rising light hit them.
Ophelia, gazing at the sunrise, held a glimmer of hope in her eyes,
“If only the sunrise in Gloomhaven could bring people this kind of hope,” she whispered.
Ophelia took a deep breath of the fresh air.
‘I believe one day Gloomhaven will be as prosperous as this island,’ Ophelia thought.
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On the third day on the island, in the morning, Sinclair Group had some business to attend to, and Kenneth needed to start a video conference with them.
Meanwhile, Ophelia had gone out.
She visited the cultural street from last night, with Ray and Eric following her.
The cultural street during the day was completely different, with buildings reminiscent of Venice on water.
She eventually found the figurine shop.
Yesterday, Ophelia had asked the shop owner if she could make her own figurines.
Ophelia wanted to sculpt cartoon figurines of herself and Kenneth.
As soon as Ophelia walked in, the owner recognized her.
Although many people passed through the store every day, Ophelia’s appearance was quite remarkable, the kind of face that once seen, could never be forgotten.
The entire morning was spent with Ophelia carefully learning how to mold cartoon figurines out of clay.
She picked it up quickly.
Ophelia was always meticulous, never overlooking any detail, and she worked with great focus.
Eric leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, chewing gum and blowing a big bubble. “It’s ugly.”
Hearing this, Ophelia suddenly looked up, shooting a sharp glare at Eric,
“I’m just being honest,” Eric said nonchalantly. “This doesn’t even compare to the ones I made when I was a kid, playing with clay.”
His tone was as innocent as could be.
“You think you can do better? Go ahead.” Ophelia shot back, giving him a look. She really wanted to go out and fight Eric.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Eric said, walking over and grabbing a piece of clay.
If you want to play, just say it,‘ Ophelia thought to herself.
Eric, holding the clay, glanced at Ray, who was standing by the door, smoking.
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“Ray, don’t move. I’m going to make a figurine of you,” Eric said.
Ray frowned, snuffing out his cigarette. “You’ve got some skills? Fine, make me look cooler.”
Eric tied his long hair back with a rubber band and began shaping the clay, trying to do it with some flair.
The two of them were acting like kids in kindergarten making crafts.
Ophelia had finished Kenneth’s figurine, and when she started on her own, she clearly worked faster.
Eric licked his lips and showed a mischievous little fang.
“All done,” Eric said, holding up the figurine.
Ray leaned in to take a look and then smacked him on the back of the head. “It looks like a big evil demon with a mustache. Is this what I look like?”
“Doesn’t it?” Eric scratched his head.
Ophelia glanced over, unable to hold back a laugh.
That figurine did have a bit of Ray’s spirit in it, after all.
By midday, Ophelia had finally finished both cartoon figurines.
She placed them together under a transparent glass display case
One was Kenneth, and the other was Ophelia.
Their hands were tightly clasped together, and the base had the quote from yesterday: [You’ll always be together, longing for each other, day and night. Heartstrings touched, a first glance.]
“Mrs. Sinclair, you made them so well. Mr. Sinclair is definitely going to like them.” Ray complimented.
Ophelia smiled, hoping Kenneth would like them.
After paying, Ophelia took the figurines and headed back to the hotel.
