Chapter 171
After dinner, Ophelia went to the study with her design drafts, indicating that no one should disturb her work.
The pencil scratched across the paper, producing swishing sounds.
Lisa brought in a cup of milk and said, “Mrs. Sinclair, it’s almost ten. Why not finish it tomorrow? You don’t want to strain your eyes.”
“Okay, almost done. I’ll go to bed later. Goodnight Lisa, Oplielisaid, glancing toward the bedroom.
She needed to visit the Huxley family’s fashion company early morrow, so it was time for bed.
However, she was too afraid to go back to the bedroom.
She realized she shouldn’t have flirted with Kenneth when they got hack. His desire for revenge was intense. She was uncertain whether he would allow her to sleep peacefully now that her period had ended.
Lisa had just left when she caught a glimpse of Kenneth’s silhouette in the corner of her eye.
Ophelia kept her head down, randomly sketching a few lines with the pencil.
“If you want me to buy your studio, just tell me,” Kenneth said arid walked around the desk to stand beside her.
Ophelia looked up and immediately understood what he meant when she saw his lonely, longing expression.
Once he bought her studio, she wouldn’t have to worry about her current work and could focus on spending time with him. Kenneth leaned in close, with his hands on the armrests of Ophelia’s chair, his handsome face suddenly close to her.
Ophelia almost stopped breathing, her eyes locked on him without blinking.
The unique cool and pleasant scent of him lingered around her nose after his shower.
His disheveled hair softened the sharpness of his features, and his expressive eyes looked at her with fervent passion. Kenneth whispered, “Little one, it’s time to sleep.
His magnetic voice slipped into her ear, and he sounded like a persuasive bad wolf.
Ophelia was captivated.
It wasn’t that Kenneth couldn’t control himself; it was she who couldn’t control herself.
The self–discipline Ophelia prided herself on almost vanished.
Kenneth wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her hips, holding her upright like holding a child,
The pencil in Ophelia’s hand dropped to the floor with a thud, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Kenneth’s neck.
On their way back to the bedroom, Ophelia’s kiss found its way in his lips.
The bedroom door closed.
Kenneth kept his promise to review Ophelia’s shower results. He meticulously examined her body throughout the long night, ensuring that no detail was overlooked.
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They had a wild night.
The next morning, the alarm went off twice before Ophelia managed to get up.
She couldn’t pinpoint when it began, but Kenneth had entirely diered her previously dependable body clock.
Downstairs, Kenneth, who rarely wore anything other than black today donned a wine–red shirt.
Mark stood to the side, briefing him on work matters.
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Ronan’s operatives within the group had mostly been neutralized, and Kenneth saw no need to concern himself with those uncles who no longer posed any threat to him.
The group was pretty stable now, so Kenneth wasn’t as busy as before.
However, Ophelia seemed to have quite a lot to do.
Kenneth sipped his coffee and tilted his head, his squinted eyes scrutable, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
Mark looked serious, wondering, ‘Is there something else important?”
Mark took a deep breath, prepared to receive new orders.
But before Mark could exhale, he heard Kenneth speak in a low voice, “What do you need to do when dating and getting married?”
Mark was at a loss for words, feeling shocked.
Kenneth looked serious. Seeing Mark’s dumbfounded expression, he turned his head away in disdain and remarked, “I forgot, you’re still single.”
That tone was quite annoying.
Mark raised an eyebrow, feeling offended, and thinking, ‘So what? You’re really great because you have a wife.
Mark wanted to find someone too, but he was too busy with work.
Mark cleared his throat and said, “Ahem, Mr. Sinclair, just because I’m single doesn’t mean I don’t know these things!”
He lacked practical experience, but his theoretical knowledge was comprehensive.
Mark said, “Typically, couples engage in various activities together, such as shopping, watching movies, dining out, traveling. pet ownership, exchanging gifts, and commuting to work together. These activities can be part of both dating and married life
Mark knew all of this but never had the chance to try.
He pondered, When will I have a girlfriend?”
Kenneth said, “Go on,”
Mark wondered. What else?”
Then he stated, “Oh, getting married is even simpler. First, propose, Once she agrees, the families meet to discuss wedding details. Then you select a date to apply for the marriage certificate. After that, you hold a wedding…
Kenneth zoned out after hearing ‘propose, missing everything else Mark said.
Just as Kenneth was about to ask what was needed for a proposal, he heard some noise from the stairs.
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Ophelia was already dressed, and quickly came downstairs.
“Where are you going? Come over for breakfast, and Ill give you a ride afterward, Kenneth said.
Ophelia was confused, wondering, “Why is he suddenly offering me a ride?’
She looked at Mark in bewilderment, but he just pressed his lips together and smiled silently.
It seemed that Kenneth was practicing his theory immediately.
The black Maybach drove away from Rosewood Manor.
Kenneth, wearing a jet–black suit, sat in the back seat. The metallic tie clip on his black tie glinted coldly, accentuating his commanding aura.
He h
He held Ophelia’s hand, and his thumb habitually rubbed the ring on her finger.
Kenneth asked, “Do you want to go shopping?
“Shopping? Not quite much. Don’t you have all the seasonal collections delivered home?” Ophelia asked. She still had many clothes she hadn’t worn yet. It seemed unnecessary to waste time shopping.
Kenneth asked, “How about catching a movie then?”
Ophelia seemed to really enjoy watching movies before.
She replied, “Sure, let’s go this weekend.”
Just as she finished speaking, she got a phone call.
aShe recognized it as Phoebe’s number.
“Elia, where are you? I’m waiting for you downstairs at the office building. Let’s go up together,” said Phoebe.
Phoebe owned thirty percent of the shares of the Huxley family’s company, just like Ophelia did.
Ophelia didn’t expect Phoebe’s injury to heal so quickly.
She said, “I’m almost there
Then the Maybach stopped in front of the building.
From afar, Ophelia spotted Phoebe, who was wearing a white dress topped with a navy blazer. Her slightly wavy cascaded over her shoulders, and her face was beautifully made up.
It looked like Phoebe had recovered from the gunshot wound.
Ophelia opened the car door, ready to step out when Kenneth caught her hand.
He asked, “Did you forget something?”
Seeing his slightly raised chin, Ophelia guessed what he was waiting for.
She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek
Mark said to himself in his heart, ‘Mr. Sinclair has grasped the essence
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