Chapter 45
COMMENT
Taking advantage of the moment when James wasn't talking to anyone, Ophelia scooted over a little and asked, "Mr. Guinnes, could I take a picture with you? My family really likes you. He chuckled, "Sure. No problem"
James straightened his back, and Ophelia snapped a photo before nodding politely at him.
He gave Ophelia a once-over and casually asked, "You look pretty young. Are you twenty yet?"
She almost blurted out that she was twenty-five years old but quickly stopped herself. Instead, she replied, "Um... Yeah."
"Ah. That's a great age. Being young is nice. Do you have a boyfriend?" James asked in a tone that felt like he was an older family member, making Ophelia feel comfortable rather than annoyed. 50, she said, I'm already married?
James raised his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes widening. "Married so young? That's pretty rare.
Ophelia chackled, "Not really. It's just that people in your industry tend to marry late." She knew that someone like James, who was used to the flattery of the entertainment world, preferred people who spoke bluntly. Clearly, James found the girl in front of him even more likable. He laughed, "That's true. But you're so accomplished at such a young age. Your husband must be quite something, right?" "Absolutely!" Ophelia smiled.
She thought, 'Of course. I haven't met anyone better than Kenneth yet. But that man, replied to my messages. Who knows what he's up to?"
off in some other country, still hasn't
"Elia, let's go downstairs and have some fun." Sharon, who'd had a few drinks and was unusually cheerful, grabbed Ophelia's arm and pulled her downstairs.
The music downstairs was deafening, and the atmosphere was far livelier than upstairs. In the middle of the dance floor, handsome men and beautiful women were swaying and moving to the beat.
Sharon held both of Ophelia's hands and rhythmically taught her how to dance. "You should loosen up at your age. Stop being so uptight all the time. C'mon."
Sharon shook her head, mouth wide open, wildly dancing to the music, her glasses nearly flying off her face.
Gradually. Ophelia realized that she could really let loose here. She had never allowed herself this kind of freedom before.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was thinking about how unfair her past life had been, but she suddenly felt like Sharon was right.
After all, she had been given a second chance at life, changed her circumstances, built a career she was passionate about, and found the love she wanted. Ophelia realized that she needed to start living more freely. With the DJ's shout, red confetti rained down, and the energy on the dance floor hit its peak.
"Mmm." A radiant smile spread across Ophelia's face. She had a beautiful smile, one that was truly contagious. Her already innocent face seemed to come alive, and it felt as if everything in the world had been brought back to life by her joy.
In one of the glass-walled rooms on the second floor, a man narrowed his menacing eyes, and the corners lifted slightly, his expression dark and brooding. The air around him seemed to freeze, and the bodyguards behind him didn't dare make at sound
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He grumbled inwardly, Great. I'm just gone for a bit, and you've been living quite the life!
Ophelia danced around for a while, feeling the effects of the exercise, though the pounding music was starting to give her a headache.
"Tim going to the restroom!" she shouted to Sharon. Still lost in the music, Sharon simply gave her an OK hand sign.
Afterward, Ophelia squeezed through the crowd and made her way to the relatively quiet bathroom. The lighting was dim as she stood at the sink and washed her hands. The cool water flowed through her fingers, bringing a refreshing chill. Suddenly, she sensed a shadow looming behind her. Turning around quickly, she found herself pinned against the marble counter. In an instant, a familiar scent surrounded Ophelia. The man's arms trapped her between the sink and his chest. "Having fun, huh?" His deep voice cut through the music, sounding dangerously close in her ear.
Ophelia opened her mouth in surprise. Beneath the black baseball cap was a face so strikingly handsome that it was almost unfair. A delighted smile tugged at her lips-utterly different from before. This time, her smile was more genuine, as if she had opened her heart. But Kenneth's eyes flashed with coldness as he leaned in slightly, I rushed back to spend Valentine's Day with you, and here you are, messing around. Hah... Well done. Even if Ophelia were clueless, she could tell he was mad.
Without missing a beat, Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I love this surprise."
Kenneth lifted her onto the counter and kissed her lips, biting down playfully.
Did you miss me?" he murmured against Ophelia's lips.
"I did. Can you not be away for so long next time? Or, if you have to be, can you take me with you?" she asked, her hand gently stroking the sharp lines of Kenneth's face.
Ophelia had been like a spinning top these past few days, constantly on the move, avoiding Rosewood Manor, and never slowing down, all because she missed Kenneth.
At first, her feelings for Kenneth had been mixed with guilt from her previous life. But now, he completely filled her heart, Without him around, even her plans for revenge seemed meaningless.
Kenneth seemed very pleased with Ophelia's response and couldn't help but kiss her more passionately, as though he wanted to devour her.
But this was still a public place, and Ophelia was starting to feel overwhelmed. She couldn't shake the feeling that a lot of eyes were on them
"Sharon, your friend here is really open. Thomas commented before clearing his throat awkwardly, realizing he hadn't noticed it earlier when they were in the private room.
Sharon adjusted her glasses. To be honest, she was just as surprised as Thomas. She'd never seen this side of Ophelia before. Who knew that beneath her cold and serious exterior, she was this passionate? "Uh... Well, she's young after all, Sharon replied.
Ophelia's lips were tingling from the kiss. She pushed Kenneth away and jumped off the sink. The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with Sharon's shocked expression.
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Ophelia, on the other hand, wanted to disappear into a hole. Kenneth had his arm wrapped around her waist, his face mostly hidden under the brim of his cap, with only his nose and mouth visible.
Even with just that, though, Sharon and the others could still see that the man in front of them had striking features and dominant temperament.
Ophelia cleared her throat before saying. "This is my boyfriend Don't get the wrong idea. He's just here to take me home
As she spoke, she tried her best to steady her breathing, thinking that it wasn't the first time she'd been caught like this. She should have been used to it. After all, whenever Kenneth was nearby, her aloof image always crumbled.
"Oh, I see! If I'd known you had a boyfriend, I wouldn't have dragged you out with me. You should be spending Valentine's Day with him," Sharon teased, covering her mouth as she laughed. She tilted her head, trying to get a better look at the face hidden under Kenneth's сар.
"Uh-huh. Well, we'll get going then. Ophelia quickly grabbed Kenneth's hand and hurried out of the bar, almost as if she were protecting some kind of treasure.
As they left, their backs looked even more perfectly matched than any couple in a romantic drama.
Thomas couldn't help but joke, "Sharon, you don't think you want to start dating again, do you?"
Sharon sighed. "And what if I do? I'm already thirty, and I still don't have a boyfriend. Isn't it about time I started worrying?"
"Well, what about me?" Thomas teased.
Sharon smacked her lips thoughtfully, replying. "If we got together, your fans would rip me apart. I'm not about to let the, whole internet come after me." Hearing that, Thomas smiled wryly, the corners of his mouth tugging up in self-mockery.