Chapter 179

Ophelia’s husband was so terrifying that merely sharing the same space created immense pressure. They greeted each other and quickly left the hospital, as if fleeing for their lives. As they exited, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“By the way, Hannah,” Lucy asked curiously, “what was Ophelia’s husband really like?”

Others were also curious: “Yeah, why were the principal and the others so respectful toward Ophelia’s boyfriend?” Everyone seemed secretive when mentioning him. He clearly attended the school anniversary, yet his introduction differed from the others. The host detailed each guest’s background, identity, and name; however, Ophelia’s boyfriend received only a brief, “Mr. Pruitt.” Yet, he was the only one formally welcomed by so many school leaders.

Hannah, still reeling from the question, regained her composure. In response to the curious gazes, she cautiously shook her head. “As for that gentleman’s identity, I was only guessing,” she said. “Even if it was a guess, I can’t say much. Just remember that he’s quite remarkable and absolutely should not be provoked!”

She had never actually seen the legendary Mr. Winford; she had only vaguely heard he’d come to Minston for rehabilitation. Until this school anniversary, a relative with close ties to George had heard rumors suggesting Mr. Winford might attend. She’d been curious and looking forward to it. Who knew she’d meet the legendary Mr. Winford, but she never expected him to be married to Ophelia!

“It sounded like we had a chance to provoke that gentleman,” Lucy said, her lips twitching.

When they’d entered the hospital, they’d passed several waves of bodyguards! If not for the bodyguard knowing they were Ophelia’s classmates, they probably wouldn’t have even been able to reach that floor. Even Hannah, from the most affluent family among them, shared this apprehension. What exactly was the identity of Ophelia’s mysterious husband?

In the ward, all the idle people had left, leaving only Ophelia alone, facing Winford’s cold, hard expression.

“Honey, I really knew I was wrong!” she said, throwing herself into his arms and pouting.

“Really?” Winford looked down at her, his reply a faint question, neither affirming nor denying.

“Of course!” She widened her beautiful eyes, looking at him with utmost sincerity. “I would never do this again!”

Winford let out a slight sneer, as if disbelieving her. Ophelia’s eyes drooped, and she leaned gloomily against him. “I knew you didn’t care about your reputation, that you thought those things unimportant,” she said. “So you were angry that I risked myself for something you didn’t care about.”

“But you didn’t care, I cared…” she continued. “Many people said you weren’t good, but I knew that wasn’t true. In my heart, no one could be better than you!”

“So I didn’t want people to say you were ungrateful, just because you couldn’t stand the sight of me, and that you dealt with the daughter of the person who saved your life…”

Winford was momentarily taken aback. He had no idea she felt this way.

Ophelia let go of him, slumping her shoulders and sitting down. “If you think I was wrong, then punish me,” she said sullenly. “Anyway, if I had the chance to do it all over again, I would still do it this way!”

No one spoke for a long time. Ophelia’s heart raced, and just as she was about to lift her head, her chin was suddenly lifted. The man’s gaze was deep, his slightly calloused thumb gently stroking her delicate chin. “So those words were meant to fool me,” he said.

She felt anxious and was about to speak when a domineering kiss silenced her. Ophelia’s head felt dizzy and blank, her heart racing so fast it almost caused tinnitus. No matter how many times it happened, his intimacy instantly infatuated her. In that moment, she thought that if he had always been by her side, losing the whole world wouldn’t matter.