Chapter 261
In the study of the hotel suite, Kenneth leaned back against the gay leather chair.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.
“Mr. Sinclair, here’s the coffee you requested. The waitress from yesterday entered, carefully placing the coffee beside Kenneth.
She glanced around the room and, not seeing Mrs. Sinclair, became a little bolder. “Mr. Sinclair, do you have a headache? My father often gets them. A successful person like you must be overworking your brain with how busy you are.” “Actually, I know a little bit of massage therapy. Would you like me to help you relax?” she asked.
Kenneth closed his eyes. “What time is it?” His voice was still as cold as ever.
The waitress glanced at the clock. “It’s already past twelve.”
Ophelia should be back by now.
Kenneth didn’t respond and put his glasses back on.
The waitress, confused but unwilling to ask more, stood silently.
A moment later, she glanced at the clock again. “Mr. Sinclair, have you had lunch yet? Should I prepare lunch for you and Mrs. Sinclair?”
“Yes,” Kenneth answered shortly.
The waitress quickly went off to have lunch prepared.
When Ophelia returned, she had picked up two decent–looking meals on the way.
g table. As she walked in, she saw two restaurant servers setting the food down on the dining
She placed the takeout in front of the marble dining table, eager to take the cartoon figurine she had bought into the study
Inside the study, Kenneth sat
The waitress held a frus behind the desk, with a waitress standing beside him.
tplatter
and was standing close to Kenneth.
“Hello, Mrs. Sinclair,” the waitress greeted her.
The waitress gave Ophelia a slight nod, but she didn’t move to make space, even as Ophelia walked closer.
Kenneth, sitting in front of the laptop, didn’t speak.
His gaze was still fixed on the laptop under his glasses, not even lifting his eyelids, offering no reaction.
Ophelia tightened her grip on the paper bag in her hand and didn’t take out the contents right away.
“Still busy?” Ophelia asked.
After she spoke, she gave the waitress a faint, uninterested glance.
Kenneth remained silent, completely ignoring her.
“You haven’t had lunch yet, have you? I got some food. Come out and eat with me. I’m starving,” Ophelia said.
10:46 Sat, Nov 30 MUA:
Chapter pot
“Okay, Kenneth repliettaskly, his tone unchanged from before
Ophelia’s heart sank a little, feeling uncomfortable. Especially wh Kenneth being so indifferent to her in front of another
woman
Maybe there really are important things he needs to handle at the company, Ophelia thought to herself.
“I’ll wait for you outside, Ophelia said, turning to leave the study
As soon as she left, the waitress’s lips curled into a smug smile, thinking, ‘Looks like Mrs. Sinclair’s position in Mr. Sinclair’s heart isn’t as high as I thought
“Mr. Sinclair, I think Mrs. Sinclair seems a little upset,” the waitress said, offering the fruit platter in front of him.
“Get lost,” Kenneth replied, his voice completely devoid of warmth.
The waitress froze, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air.
“Mr. Sinclair…” she said in a voice so small it was almost a whisper, clearly unwilling to accept the dismissal.
Kenneth raised his eyes, his sharp gaze fixing directly on the waitress.
The cold, intimidating aura surrounding him was enough to make anyone step back. The waitress quickly pulled her hands back and hurriedly left the room, looking timid.
After leaving the study, Ophelia glanced at the things in her hands. The smile that had been on her face earlier had completely faded.
Soon after, Kenneth emerged from the study.
“It’s already daytime. Why are you still wearing glasses?” Ophelia asked, slightly uncomfortable. She had never quite gotten used to it, and something about this version of Kenneth seemed off.
Although Kenneth still looked handsome with the glasses, his eyes seemed more distant, different from before.
“They’re for protection,” Kenneth answered. He took off his glasses and set them aside, then began eating.
During the meal, neither of them spoke a word.
Kenneth didn’t even ask where she had been this morning.
Ophelia looked up at him and noticed his left hand was empty, lying on the table.
She then looked at the hand holding the fork in his right hand. The ring she had given him yesterday was still missing.
“Where’s the ring I gave you?” Ophelia asked.
Kenneth casually raised his hand and glanced at it. “It must not have been the right fit. I don’t know when it fell off.” Kenneth’s tone made it sound as if he had lost something insignificant.
Ophelia’s heart sank as if someone had dealt a heavy blow to her chest. Her throat felt constricted, like it was blocked by a cotton ball.
“It’s fine. I’ll look for it later.” Ophelia’s eyes darkened, and her words seemed more like an attempt to comfort herself. The meal continued, but Ophelia couldn’t enjoy it.
In the afternoon, Kenneth was still in the study, while Ophelia was alone in the pool.
10:46 Sat, Nov 30
Chapter 261
Is Kenneth mad at me? Did I stay out too long this morning? she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she felt like it was her fault.
She got out of the pool, took a shower, and changed into the pajamas Kenneth liked.”
Looking at herself in the mirror, Ophelia felt a little shy and put on a bathrobe over her pajamas.. She walked to the study, where Kenneth, wearing glasses, was staring intently at his laptop,
glance at her, his voice as cold as ice.
“Is there something you need?” Kenneth lifted his eyelids For a moment, Ophelia thought she had misjudged the situation
Kenneth’s gaze felt as distant as if he were looking at a stranger.
She suddenly lost the courage to remove the bathrobe.
“No, I just wanted to check if we have any plans for the afternoon?” Ophelia asked.
Kenneth checked the time on his watch. “I’m busy.”
Ophelia nodded obediently, thinking for a moment before gathering her courage to ask, “Are you mad at me?”
Otherwise, why is he so cold? Could he be pretending?‘ Ophelia wondered.
Taking a deep breath, Ophelia didn’t wait for Kenneth’s response and quickly untied the robe.
The bathrobe slipped off.
Ophelia was wearing a black V–neck pajama set underneath, the skirt short and lace–trimmed.
With her delicate skin, the outfit was irresistibly alluring.
Kenneth’s throat involuntarily moved, his brows furrowing tightly as his breath quickened.
He forced himself to look away, trying to avoid being drawn in.
X81%E
“There’s an urgent matter with the Death Guild. You should go out and have fun on your own. “Kenneth turned his head, focusing on the laptop screen, though he couldn’t read a single word.
However, the next second, Ophelia walked around the desk and sat in his lap, her clear eyes locked on his.
“Are you sure? You want me to go alone?” Ophelia asked.
Before Kenneth could answer, her lips pressed against his, slowly overwhelming whatever sanity he had left.
“Ophelia!” Her name slipped through Kenneth’s teeth.
Ophelia paused, looking at him with a hurt expression. “You… don’t like it?”
It was the first time Ophelia had been so bold, wearing such pajamas. These were the ones Kenneth had bought for her a long time ago. Seeing his cold eyes, she immediately deflated.
“Is it that I don’t look good in it?” Ophelia asked.
Kenneth could feel Ophelia’s nervous tension as she sat in his lap. Even the exposed part of her back was stiff and uneas Just the thought of her wearing something like this for another man one day, after he’s gone, filled his chest with fiery at
10.46 Sat, Nov 30
Chapter Mil
Yes. Kenneth answered without hesitation
He swiftly removed his glasses, his vision blurred and far less tolerate than seeing her in such a seductive state.
Tine, I won’t wear it again. Ophelia said as she stood up from lap, picked up the bathrobe from the floor, wrapped in around herself, and quickly left the study.
The entire afternoon, Kenneth didn’t leave the study.
Late at night, Ophelia was asleep.
Kenneth finally emerged from the study, gazing at Ophelia, who was peacefully resting in bed. His eyes, under the lenses, gradually softened.
Kenneth’s finger gently traced Ophelia’s cheek.
Ophelia wasn’t sleeping soundly. As someone approached, she woke up groggily and saw Kenneth sitting at the edge of her
bed.
She reached out and took his hand. “Has everything with the Death Guild been taken care of?”
Kenneth immediately withdrew his hand. “Yes.”
The warmth vanished from her hand, and Ophelia couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or if it was reality.
She just stared at Kenneth, dazed.
She felt like Kenneth had become so unfamiliar to her.
“Is something wrong?” Ophelia asked.
