Chapter 142

Seeing that he looked determined to get an answer, she could only give up and said, in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, “What?”

Winford: “What?”

Ophelia felt as if her whole body was about to be scorched. She pushed against his strong, powerful arm and said, “Get away from me…”

Winford turned a deaf ear and did not move an inch. He forced her into a corner and said slowly, “What did Lia just say? I couldn’t hear it; her voice was too soft.”

Ophelia was so ashamed and angry that she felt like dying. “I said I liked… it!!”

Winford’s lips curled slightly, and he finally felt satisfied. As a reward, he kissed her swollen lips, which had not yet healed. “Good girl.”

Slightly straightening up, he asked, “It’s twelve o’clock, aren’t you getting up?”

“Is it twelve o’clock?” Ophelia was taken aback for a moment, and then she was filled with alarm.

She suddenly tried to jump up, but halfway through, she let out a wail and fell back down.

Winford was quick-witted and swiftly caught his careless little wife. Ophelia was anxious, tugging at the front of his clothes, “–I had class today!!”

“I helped you take a leave.” Winford took the opportunity to pick her up, holding her like a child, and gently patted her back, warning, “Don’t move around.”

“I took a leave of absence!”

Ophelia’s anxiety finally dissipated, and she let out a big sigh of relief.

Then I suddenly realized that I seemed to be like a half-wreck, as if my body would fall apart with just a little movement. She hugged the man’s neck, nestled in the crook of his neck, and whimpered, “Honey, it hurts…”

Seeing that she had quickly forgotten about the grudge, Winford couldn’t help but find it amusing. He held her and finished washing up, then asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Starving, starving, starving!” Ophelia felt like her head was about to drop off.

He carried her downstairs.

“Wait, I want to walk by myself!” she said hurriedly.

It was one thing to be upstairs, but there were so many servants downstairs, and Bryson was there too! That guy would definitely laugh at her! Although she was not very familiar with it, she just had that intuition.

Winford glanced at her and said nothing, then set her down. Ophelia took two steps by herself. Then she stopped.

After two seconds of silence, she turned around, opened her arms, and said, “…Honey, hug me.”

Winford:

At that time, it was lunchtime, and Bryson had already arrived at the dining table first. Hearing a noise, he instinctively turned his head, and then, with a “clatter,” the chopsticks in his hand fell in shock.

Ophelia wrapped her arms around Winford’s neck, her long and beautiful legs swinging in the air for a moment, looking calm and composed. “What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen someone hugging their wife before?”

Bryson:

He couldn’t help but interject, “If you really can’t walk, I can lend you my wheelchair.”

Ophelia hadn’t said anything yet, and Winford quietly warned, “Bryson, show some respect to your sister-in-law.”

Bryson: “…”

In other words, wasn’t this favoritism a bit too obvious? When he was confronted, Winford didn’t even raise an eyebrow, so why was it that when it came to him, he was warned as soon as he opened his mouth? I reluctantly asked out loud, and then I heard Winford coldly say, “Are you also my wife?”

Ophelia couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Bryson was directly choked up. During the meal, Bryson ate in a daze, occasionally glancing quietly across the table.

Sure enough, I saw Winford serving food to others again. The gaze he cast while lowering his head was filled with an undeniable tenderness. The Mr. Winford, rumored to be cold and violent, seemed less intimidating at that moment.

And there was also this morning… The usually self-disciplined Winford actually got up at nine o’clock! Who could have imagined that the event of “the king no longer attending morning court” would one day happen to Winford? He originally thought that Winford had only a fleeting and superficial interest in Ophelia, but it seemed that he had been mistaken… The girl truly became the treasure of his heart.

helia rested at home for a day before returning to school for classes. ford had something to attend to, and the family driver took her. hinking about how many people at school had been paying attention to er recently, she didn’t let the driver take the car to the school gate this ime, but got out a short distance away from it. he walked directly to the school, not noticing that a luxury car slowly stopped at the school gate not far away. he car door opened, and Elva got out of the car.