Chapter 111

In summary, it was about colluding with Bessie and treating Ophelia as a fool and a scapegoat. Ophelia stopped her movements, and her cool gaze fell on Stella. “I advised you to shut up and not say anything that disgusted me anymore,” she said, exuding an imposing presence. She casually moved her wrist, looking as if she could strike at any moment. Stella was immediately frightened.

Seeing Stella’s cowardly appearance, Ophelia scoffed, “Bessie is so shameless; I think you and she make a good match. Don’t you like to flatter her stinky feet? Keep at it, and who knows, maybe one day you’ll reach the peak of your life!”

After finishing speaking, he continued to pack his things and quickly zipped up his suitcase. Stella had been somewhat annoyed by her words, but before she could explode, she saw him dragging his suitcase out and immediately realized what was happening.

“Ophelia, where were you going?”

Ophelia didn’t look back and coldly and perfunctorily left behind a sentence: “Mind your own business!” After saying that, he slammed the door shut behind him.

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Stella’s face suddenly fell. Suddenly, she felt a stir in her heart, quickly changed her clothes, and quietly followed. She wanted to see where Ophelia was going!

Ten minutes later, outside the apartment, Stella looked shocked and ecstatic. She wouldn’t admit her mistake; it was that car! So Ophelia moved out to live with that car owner?! She didn’t understand much about cars, but she heard people say that the car was not something an ordinary wealthy person could afford.

There was also Graham. She had previously thought that, with Graham’s appearance and demeanor, he must be the owner of the car. However, just a moment ago, she had been peeking from the shadows and saw Graham being extremely respectful to Ophelia, even carrying her luggage for her, which indicated that he was merely a servant! Everyone around had such an attitude, so how noble must the identity of the car owner have been?

Stella’s heart warmed up completely. Why were all the good things Ophelia’s? If she could also get to know that gentleman and have further contact… She touched her face, her eyes flickering with ambition and confidence, and rode away quietly on a shared bicycle.

Ophelia did not know that someone was quietly following her and had designs on her husband. She was happily filling her and Winford’s bedroom with her belongings.

The bedroom here was naturally not as good as Sunset Vista, but it was still quite large. Since she didn’t have many belongings, after arranging them, she looked around and felt somewhat dissatisfied because it didn’t achieve the effect she wanted of being “filled with the atmosphere of two people living together.”

Seeing that it was still early, she ran out to look for Winford. “J’Honey, let’s go to the supermarket!”

Winford had just finished a phone call when he heard her voice. His cold expression softened slightly, and there was an unconscious hint of indulgence in the depths of his sharp brows. He turned around and asked, “What did you go to the supermarket for?”

Ophelia said, “Don’t you think something is missing? It doesn’t feel like home at all here.”

“Of course, this was not home; it was just a randomly purchased apartment.”

She expressed some disagreement upon hearing this and muttered, “How could the place where the two of us lived together not be home?” She looked at him with a slight reproach while speaking. Winford was taken aback. He only regarded this place as a temporary stopover, and he had no idea how many similar properties there were; he never paid any attention to them. However, her thoughts seemed to be quite different from his, because they lived together, so it was home….

A feeling that Winford couldn’t quite describe swept through him. Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Ophelia hurriedly shook his arm and acted cute, saying, “Honey, come with me, okay? Everyone else has their husbands to go shopping with, and I want that too.” After speaking, she looked at him eagerly.

No matter how cold and hard a heart was, it would still be defeated when faced with those sparkling eyes. A trace of indulgence and helplessness crossed Winford’s eyes, and he finally said, “Alright.” Ophelia happily hugged him and said, “You are really great, my husband!” This sentence had almost become her catchphrase, but every time Winford heard it, he still felt something different.

Half an hour later, the two of them arrived at the largest supermarket nearby. As soon as Ophelia entered, she headed straight for the household goods section. Winford was a bit confused, “Didn’t Graham prepare these things?” Ophelia cast a faint glance at him. Alas, her husband was great in every way, but he was just too much of a straight man and lacked a sense of romance!

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