Chapter 147
“Graham.”
“Graham.”
“Mr. Winford.”
“Mr. Winford.”
“Prepare the vehicle.”
“Prepare the vehicle.”
Graham’s cold sweat suddenly dripped down from his forehead.
“Yes!”
He knew where Mr. Winford was going. The car drove towards a specific destination—the hotel where Ophelia was. In the back seat, Winford closed his eyes to rest, his face a mixture of joy and anger.
Suddenly, he spoke up:
“I was going to die soon, Graham. You said, should I set her free?”
Graham was sweating profusely and did not dare to speak. Winford suddenly let out a light laugh, and his laughter carried a chilling coldness. He slowly opened his eyes, and the anger surged in his dark pupils.
“No,” he said, “even if I could only live for three more days, she could only be… mine.”
He spoke slowly, each word carrying a chilling intensity that penetrated to the bone!
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The hotel. Room 808. Ophelia used her room card to unlock the door, filled with sweetness and anticipation, and walked inside. The room was arranged very romantically, with rose petals scattered all over the big bed. However, she did not see Winford’s figure. Ophelia was feeling a bit confused when suddenly, with a “click,” the door behind her was locked! She suddenly turned around and saw that there was already another person behind her—Jasper!!
In an instant, the smile on Ophelia’s face faded, and her gaze turned icy cold.
“Is it you?!”
“That’s right, it’s me!” Jasper smiled proudly.
Ophelia narrowed her eyes slightly, crossed her arms over her chest, leaned back, and asked coolly, “What did you want to do?”
“What do you want to do? Ha, Ophelia, didn’t you guess?” He sneered. “I pursued you sincerely, but you didn’t give me a chance, so don’t blame me for using extreme measures!”
“By the way,” he took out his phone and shook it with satisfaction, “I specially opened a live thread on the school forum today. After today, the whole school would know about our relationship! What do you think?”
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The requirement to start a live broadcast was specifically proposed by Mrs. Greene. Although Jasper did not know why she wanted to do this, he was more than happy to comply. Ophelia was the new goddess of Ventura University. What could be more exciting than live-streaming this goddess becoming his woman to the entire school?
He took off his clothes while moving closer to Ophelia. “Ophelia, my junior,” he said, “I advise you to cooperate a bit. After all, you will be my woman in the future. It wouldn’t be good if this gets too messy, don’t you think?”
Ophelia saw him approaching and stood still in place. She slowly curved her lips into a captivating smile, her voice soft yet chilling.
“You were right.”
The bodyguard cleared the way as Winford stepped into the hotel. At that time, all unrelated guests in the hotel had been cleared out. The manager approached, and upon seeing the man’s expression, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. “Mr. Winford…”
“Go to 808,” Winford’s cold voice stated, giving a precise room number. The manager hurriedly led the way. The steady and composed footsteps seemed to carry the prelude to a storm, advancing step by step towards 808.
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Finally, it stopped in front of door 808. Winford didn’t move. The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, stepped forward, and knocked on the door. With a “click,” the door opened.
“Who is it… Husband?!” Ophelia leaned against the doorframe and froze like that, her voice faltering for a moment. In that moment, she felt both guilty and shocked—why was her husband here!
“Lia, what were you doing?” Winford looked at her, and beneath his calm tone lay a terrifying storm.
“Ah? I…” Ophelia instinctively wanted to explain, but when she inadvertently lowered her head, she froze. Because it was too hot, she took off her coat, leaving only her camisole dress, which felt incredibly cool. She had also broken a light sweat, looking as if she had just finished exercising. Behind her, in a spot that happened to be exposed, were the clothes of the man thrown on the ground! It looked as if he had been too impatient, taking them off and tossing them aside as he walked.
She stiffly raised her head and met Winford’s dark, bloodthirsty eyes. Clearly, he was not blind; everything she noticed, he saw as well.
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“Honey…” Her voice weakened, betraying her inner guilt. However, even at that moment, she clutched the doorframe tightly, showing no intention of opening the door. It was as if she was afraid he would see something inside, or rather, someone.
Winford closed his eyes, suppressing the overwhelming anger.
“What were you doing? Huh?” he pressed closer.
Then, before Ophelia could react, he suddenly pulled her out forcefully, and then—
Ophelia’s expression changed, “Wait a minute—”