Chapter 242
The grating voice drew Kenneth’s attention away from Ophelia nestled in his arms.
In an instant, his strikingly handsome yet unnervingly sinister eyes filled with icy coldness, ancient and unyielding, froze
who dared to meet his gaze.
anyone
Tina’s throat tightened as she swallowed hard, her expression stiffening in fear.
She must have lost her mind. Moments ago, she had actually thought the man looked gentle and even dared to speak to him in such a way.
But now, her mind filled with stories of his rumored ruthlessness, and her heart leaped into her throat as she instinctively shrank behind Keaton for cover.
Keaton wanted to shield her, but he didn’t dare. Suddenly, a spark of realization lit up in his mind.
The familiar–looking woman before him was Theo’s beloved god–granddaughter.
It meant she had to be none other than Kenneth’s wife.
Ophelia lifted her gaze from her phone screen, meeting Keaton’s stunned expression. She smoothly straightened up from where she had been leaning against Kenneth.
“Mr. Yankovich, it’s been a while. The last time we met, I was helping your wife with her evening gown fitting. I hope Mrs. Yankovich was satisfied?” she began.
Keaton swallowed again, glancing briefly at Tina before quickly pulling his gaze back and taking two tactical steps to the side, putting distance between himself and Tina.
“She’s very satisfied, Mrs. Sinclair… Today’s incident is all just a misunderstanding,” he tried to explain.
‘Mrs. Sinclair? So, she really is Mrs. Sinclair? Even Mr. Yankovich himself confirmed it, so there could be no doubt, the staff wondered.
The hotel’s lobby managers and staff, who had been eagerly spectating, immediately shrank into themselves like ostriches. Those who had spoken up for Tina earlier lowered their heads, suddenly regretful of their actions.
Hearing Keaton refer to Ophelia, Tina blinked in disbelief. “Darling, y–you must be mistaken. She can’t possibly be Mrs. Sinclair,” she whispered hesitantly to Keaton.
Tina looked at him and then glanced at Ophelia again. The arrogance in her eyes had completely disappeared.
‘Could Mr. Sinclair really be her husband?‘ Tina wondered.
Anxiety swirled in Tina’s chest as she nervously glanced at Ophelia, avoiding direct eye contact. She instinctively reached out to hold onto the man beside her, but her hand grabbed nothing but air.
Keaton hurriedly stepped forward, a fawning smile plastered across his face.
“Mrs. Sinclair, I have no association with her. Whatever you and Mr. Sinclair decide to do with her is entirely up to you.” He desperately wanted to avoid being dragged into the matter.
He still wanted to live a long life, after all.
At his words, Tina’s eyes widened, disbelief etched across her face.
“What did you just say? We’re not close? Keaton, say that again! We’ve been in bed together, and now you’re telling them
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“Don’t spout nonsense! How dare you slander me!” Keaton growled, glaring daggers at her.
The crowd gathered around, murmuring as the scandal unraveled before them.
“So, she isn’t Mr. Yankovich’s client. She’s his mistress!”
“What a brazen homewrecker. Did you hear her calling him Darling earlier? Shameless!”
Within moments, the very people who had sided with Tina turned against her, pointing fingers and muttering harsh criticisms.
The hotel’s lobby manager hurried over, holding surveillance footage from the first–floor cameras as though presenting a treasure. He offered it to Ophelia with a sycophantic grin.
“I reviewed the security footage and found that this woman deliberately tripped Mrs. Sinclair as she exited the elevator,” he began.
“Let me see… Oh, she really did!”
“How despicable!”
“A mistress like her couldn’t possibly be a decent person.”
The crowd’s comments came one after another, their disdain growing with every
word.
Tina stood there, completely dumbfounded, feeling utterly isolated in the middle of the hotel lobby.
Moments ago, these same people hadn’t been saying anything like this.
Panic–stricken, Tina snuck a glance at Kenneth, only to feel her chest tighten as she struggled to breathe under the pressure!
Kenneth sat with his legs crossed, one arm draped over the armrest, exuding the aura of a devil seated upon his throne, ready to decide her fate at any moment.
His presence alone sent shivers down Tina’s spine, draining the color from her face until she was as pale as death. Her gaze didn’t dare linger on Kenneth for too long. Trembling, she stole a glance at Keaton instead.
When a man turned heartless, there was no relying on him. The tenderness in bed vanished as if it never existed. Tina had no choice but to shift her gaze slowly toward Ophelia, forcing a smile so strained it looked more like a grimace. “Ms. Spencer, I… I didn’t mean to just now. I didn’t recognize who you were. Please, I beg you, let me off…” Her voice grew softer with each word, her head hanging low as she spoke with pitiful humility.
The atmosphere in the first–floor lobby turned eerily silent.
Kenneth’s gaze had been glued to Ophelia ever since she stood up.
She could feel the weight of his eyes on her but paid it no mind.
Ophelia remained silent as if waiting for something.
When she made no response, Kenneth tilted his head slightly, giving a subtle signal to the bodyguards behind him.
Just as the two bodyguards were about to step forward, Ophelia raised her hand, gesturing for them to stop.
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A few minutes later, an enraged shout echoed from the entrance of Everland Hotel. “Keaton! Have you grown a spine? You’re out here keeping a mistress now?”
Keaton turned his head to see his wife charging over, her fury practically radiating off her. She slapped him hard across the face without hesitation.
“Honey, my dear, I was wrong… I won’t dare do it again…” Keaton whimpered, not daring to utter a single word of protest.
“You just wait till we’re home!” Keaton’s wife snarled before turning her glare on Tina standing to the side. “Well, well, you bitch! Daring to seduce my husband? You’ve got a death wish!”
She rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a fistful of Tina’s wavy hair. Just the sight of her smooth, delicate face infuriated her, and her long nails raked two deep scratches down Tina’s cheek.
“Ah!” Tina screamed as blood began to seep from the wounds, creating a shocking sight.
Her high heels offered no stability, and after two slaps from Mrs. Yankovich, she tumbled to the ground, where she was promptly pinned down and dragged.
“Die, you wretched tramp!” Keaton’s wife roared.
Keaton, still in his bathrobe, didn’t dare step in. When a wife beat a mistress, it was the kind of public spectacle no one felt inclined to interrupt, much less defend.
The bystanders watched eagerly, their curiosity piqued. Everland Hotel had never been so lively.
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Amid the chaos, Ophelia had already started making her way out of the hotel. Kenneth rose to his feet and followed closely behind her, accompanied by a group of bodyguards moving in unison.
Outside the hotel, Kenneth shoved one hand into his pocket, letting out a low chuckle.
Ophelia didn’t look back. She handed her car key to Ray, instructing him to fetch the car.
He coughed again.
“Take medicine if your throat’s bad,’ she wondered.
Ophelia stood tall and straight, still not turning around, waiting for Ray to bring the car over. Kenneth nodded to himself, taking a deep breath. “Was Mrs. Yankovich’s arrival your doing?”
“Yes,” Ophelia replied curtly. She hadn’t expected her to arrive so quickly, though.
Kenneth’s brows furrowed.
‘Is little one upset with me?‘ he wondered.
Kenneth had raced over as soon as he learned she was meeting Ivy.
Kenneth let out a cold snort, exhaling deeply. “Someone really loves saying one thing and doing another.”
His tone betrayed no hint of his mood.
Ophelia raised an eyebrow as she thought, ‘Is he referring to me
She turned her head slightly, giving Kenneth a sidelong glance. Who’s saying one thing and doing another? Mr. Sinclair, if you have something to say, there’s no need to beat around the bush.”
