Chapter 145

Ophelia’s lips curled slightly as she calmly said, “Yes!”

Last time, I promised Winford I would cook for him, but in the end, it ended with me getting my hand injured. However, how could I not fulfill what I had promised him? His reaction last time made her realize that he actually cared about what she had said. So she was also unwilling to let him down. However, since she had to do it, she certainly could not be perfunctory, so she planned to practice her cooking skills first.

The two of them arrived at the hotel and successfully negotiated with the master chef. She would use her elective course time to learn cooking from the master chef. After coming out, it was still not time for class to end. At that moment, going back would definitely raise Winford’s suspicions, so Ophelia took her cousin and wandered around.

Not far away—

“Mr. Winford, that seemed to be the lady?” Graham exclaimed in surprise from the car. In the back seat, Winford followed his gaze and immediately saw the familiar figure of the girl. Winford’s pitch-black eyes narrowed dangerously as he recalled Ophelia’s class schedule. At that time, she should have been in class.

Over there, Ophelia was completely unaware of the gaze from this side. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. It was a message sent by Winford. “When did the class end?”

A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes as she replied, “It was soon; there were twenty minutes left!” Before the matter was accomplished, she planned to keep it a secret and then surprise him at the right time!

In the car, upon seeing this reply, Winford’s gaze was obscure and unclear. Graham, in the passenger seat, nervously said, “The last two sections seem to be electives, right? They aren’t that important, so it’s normal for you not to want to take them, ma’am.” Winford glanced outside and said nothing, only said lightly, “Drive.” Graham glanced over there with concern, secretly feeling relieved for Ophelia.

Ophelia wandered outside for a while longer and, seeing that it was almost time, she parted ways with her cousin and headed home. As soon as she entered the door and saw Winford’s figure, she smiled and ran towards him, saying, “Honey, I’m back from class!”

Chapter 45

Winford’s expression was normal. “What class did we have today?”

Ophelia recalled, “The history of world art!”

“Was it interesting?”

“It was a bit boring.”

A large hand touched the back of her head, and Winford’s gaze was dark. “There’s no need to waste time on boring talk.”

“That’s not acceptable,” Ophelia firmly refused. “I had already chosen my classes; not going would be disrespectful to the teacher, wouldn’t it?”

Winford pressed down the corners of his lips, his dark and deep gaze fixed on the top of her head.

The next day, as soon as Ophelia had left, Winford instructed Graham to contact Stella. “Ask her what Lia had been doing recently.”

In the classroom, Stella received a message and gritted her teeth in indignation. What was so good about Ophelia? Didn’t she just have a face that was barely acceptable? Why did the big shot care so much about her?

Feeling unwilling, she quietly followed Ophelia after class. Then, she saw Ophelia enter a hotel. Hmm? What did Ophelia go to the hotel for? Feeling puzzled, I was just about to quietly follow when suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in my line of sight.

Jasper!

Seeing Jasper sneak into the hotel, Stella suddenly remembered that last night, Jasper had somehow obtained her contact information and secretly reached out to her to inquire about some things related to Ophelia… Could it be…?! Stella’s eyes widened, and her heart began to race. It was over… Ophelia was finished! She actually dared to cheat behind that big shot’s back!

Stella’s lips curled into a smile that was excited to the point of being fierce, and she picked up her phone without hesitation to send a message to Graham.

The apartment. The living room was in complete silence. On the coffee table lay a mobile phone, and the lit screen displayed the photos that Stella had taken secretly. Graham’s heart rose to his throat, and in that tense atmosphere, the man’s cold, bone-chilling voice finally sounded. “Go check!”

On the sofa, Winford opened his slightly closed eyes, and a chill emanated from his dark gaze. He did not trust Stella. Compared to the foolish and unscrupulous Stella, he preferred to believe the girl who had been sweet-talking him all day.

Graham let out a sigh of relief. “Yes!” He quickly received the order and left. Winford’s gaze was heavy, and her smile, her playful antics, her soft calls of “husband,” and the heart flutter he had never experienced when she ran into his arms flashed through his mind.