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Kay frowned, looking at the sincerity on Eric’s face,
And that genuine expression left him momentarily speedies.
After a moment, he snorted, “If people heard you saying, nonsense like that, they’d die laughing at us. Vie live together Which one of us is the woman?”
He gave Erie an exasperated look.
“Who says it has to be a man and a woman to live together?
Too lazy to argue with the clueless kid, he stepped forward and pulled him up from the ground. His wound seemed to be bleeding still. “Let’s have that wound checked first”
Eric lowered his head. “No need. It’s already taken care of
“Is this how you’re dealing with it? It could get infected”
“This is how my foster father used to handle it for me.
Kay’s eyebrows furrowed again, “Do you know there’s another way? Like going to the hospital? Get in the car
His voice was gruff and carried a hint of reprimand.
But when he thought about what Eric had suffered at such a young age, he felt uneasy.
He shoved Eric into the passenger seat and drove the black SUV at the alley’s entrance into traffic.
He still needed to figure out how to explain this to Mr. Sinclair.
Otherwise, with his fragile body, he couldn’t stand the punishment.
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In the next morning at the Rosewood Manor, Ophelia sat up gingerly, supporting her back, and glanced at the time
She had important things to take care of today.
Kenneth beside her was still asleep, and it was still early outside
She got up quietly from the bed, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through her thighs.
She threw an annoyed look at Kenneth on the bed, stubbornly enduring the ache in her back and thighs, and held her waist as she went downstairs.
“Lisa, you haven’t started on breakfast yet, have you?” she asked, peeking into the kitchen.
“Not yet, Miss Ophelia,” replied Lisa.
“I’ll make breakfast today.” She decided, stepping into the kitchen. She realized she had never cooked breakfast for Kenneth before.
She had been in the Rosewood Manor for more than a year. Every meal was prepared by the house chefs and Lisa; she never had to worry about cooking.
Lisa was just about to step in when she noticed Ophelia’s face light up with a smile.
Ophelia’s smile was incredibly infectious, like morning sunlight casting a golden glow over her.
“Miss Ophelia, is today a special day?” asked Lisa.
Ophelia pressed her lips together, stayed quiet, and tied on an apron before entering the kitchen.
She wasn’t good at making complex breakfasts, but she could manage simple things like fried eggs and soup.
The breakfast was easy; she had it nearly ready in half an hour.
She went upstairs to wake Kenneth for breakfast but stopped on the first step to silently curse the stubborn man.
Once she was inside the room, she walked over to the floor–to–ceiling window.
“Swoosh.” She opened the curtains wide, letting the harsh sunlight flood the bed.
The person under the gray blanket moved slightly.
“Wake up, Kenneth,” she said.
Ophelia lifted the covers on Kenneth‘ side of the bed, and just as she finished speaking, she was pulled into his arms.
The blanket was pulled over them.
The lump under the blankets got even bigger.
“Stop it, Kenneth, my back hurts…” Ophelia lay on top of him, her little head poking out.
Kenneth reached for his glasses on the nightstand, placing them on his nose while holding her tightly in his strong arms, one hand gently massaging her waist.
“Why are you up so early today, huh?” His morning voice was a bit husky, deep, and so alluring that it could make ears tingle.
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“Something serious,” Ophelia replied, playfully nipping at his chin like a kitten.
“Haven’t you heard? You shouldn’t mess with a man early in the piorning. Kenneth pinned her down.
Ophelia tried to push him away, but she couldn’t move him.
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday what we’re doing today?”
“No.”
That must be because she was exhausted last night.
“We’re going to get our marriage license today.” She had prepared all the necessary documents as soon as she got back to Rosewood Manor yesterday.
They couldn’t delay this any longer; they had been ‘driving without a license‘ for over a year.
Kenneth‘ hand, which was moving down her waist, suddenly stopped. “What?” he asked.”
Through his glasses, Kenneth‘ sharp eyes were intently watching Ophelia beneath him. “Are you sure about this? This is your last chance. Think it over carefully.”
