Chapter 206

I saw Graham; despair was etched on his face. “Yeah, what should we do?” he said.

Ophelia: “Come down, don’t make me repeat it for the third time!”

Winford’s cold voice penetrated the glass. After two seconds of silence, a “click” announced the opening of the car door.

Ophelia pushed the car door open slowly, trembling with fear as she looked at the tall, imposing man outside. She forced a dry smile. “Honey, what are you doing here? What a coincidence, haha…”

Winford’s handsome face was clouded with anger. He commanded, “Get down!”

Ophelia, tears unshed, clung to her resolve to face death and hesitantly got out of the car. Before her feet had even touched the ground and steadied, her wrist was seized in a grip as strong as steel. Ophelia let out a startled “Ah,” and crashed into the man’s embrace, her nose stinging from the impact against his hard chest.

“Woo, it hurt…”

Her chin was suddenly seized, and he forced her to look up and meet his gaze. “Pain?” The man’s voice was cold. “You dared to hide it from me and come here, and you call this pain?”

Seeing his gloomy face, Ophelia’s breath momentarily caught in fear. Realizing that he was truly angry, she felt flustered and anxious, her confidence shaken. She was too timid to meet his gaze. “Honey, I…”

“Mr. Winford!!”

A desperate and piercing scream suddenly cut through the air. Elva, who was in the car, broke free and ran down. When she saw Winford, it was as if she had seen her savior. She was extremely excited and rushed over with all her strength.

“Mr. Winford, save me! I did not betray you, I was wronged… Ah!!”

Ophelia’s vision blurred, and before she could react, Elva was kicked out! Winford’s kick was almost merciless, and Elva instantly fell to the ground, unable to get up. The man’s cold and harsh gaze briefly lingered on Elva, as if he were looking at a corpse, and he coldly ordered, “Take her back!”

Then, he pulled the person in his arms and strode toward the car. He was tall with long legs, and he made no effort to be considerate of her. Ophelia could not keep up with his pace and was pulled along unsteadily.

Watching Ophelia being dragged into the car, Graham, who had been holding his breath, finally dared to breathe normally. At that moment, he almost thought he had escaped a disaster. To his surprise, just before Winford got into the car, a cold gaze suddenly swept over him, throwing out five words— “Go and accept the punishment yourself!”

Graham: On the car.

Ophelia was in a panic. “Husband, I knew I was wrong, sob…” She took the initiative to hug him, acting cute and playing the spoiled child, trying to soften his heart a little. However, the man’s expression remained cold and hard from beginning to end, completely unmoved by her attempts to please and apologize.

Finally, the car stopped at Sunset Vista. The irresistible force once again pulled her down from the car and strode homeward. She was dragged all the way to the bedroom, and before she could react, she was thrown onto the bed!

A bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart. She instinctively wanted to run, but before she could even reach the ground, she was forcefully pulled back by the man and heavily pressed back onto the bed!

Winford looked down at her. “Lia, what you did this time really made me very angry.”

Ophelia widened her eyes in terror. The slightly calloused hand pressed firmly against her fair and delicate cheek, ignoring her pitiful gaze.

“I wanted to punish you, but I couldn’t bring myself to lay a hand on you.”

So— it could only be done in a slightly different way. I hoped that his little wife would remember this lesson well!

For three days, Ophelia had not been able to leave the room. She cried until her voice became hoarse and her eyes were swollen, pitifully in his arms, repeatedly saying that she was wrong. However, this did not earn the man any softness of heart. Winford’s heart had hardened, and he was not easily moved.

When the door to the master bedroom finally opened, the anxious servants—especially Lily and Graham—let out a sigh of relief. Ophelia finally appeared in everyone’s sight, but she was being carried out by Winford. Her long hair covered half of her somewhat pale little face, and her eyes were pitifully red and swollen. She tightly pressed her lips together, and although she was in his arms, she lowered her head and gently sobbed, unwilling to speak to him.

Winford, however, did not care. He walked with steady steps, carrying her toward the restaurant.