Chapter 270

Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at the intimately embracing pair. They doubted their hearing and wondered if their eyes were deceiving them. Ophelia called Mr. Winford what? “Old husband…?!”

Winford lowered his gaze, looking at the girl in his arms, who was smiling brightly. It was undeniable: his heart, always as hard as iron, suddenly softened, mixed with a hint of indulgence and helplessness. “I wouldn’t miss it,” he said.

Although he disagreed at the time, today, as she was leaving, he went out to handle some matters to express his feelings. However, thinking of his little wife’s stubborn nature, and considering that if he didn't go, she might be bullied and wronged, he couldn't bear it. She had long anticipated his reaction. She was deliberately pushing him to come, but even knowing this, he still couldn’t get angry. Looking at his bright-eyed little wife, he only felt helpless.

“Did you reach your goal? Then it’s time to go home.” He gently pinched her cute, soft earlobe—an affectionate gesture—and said indulgently.

Ophelia suddenly came to her senses. Was she leaving just like that? That wouldn’t do! She hadn’t yet delivered the slap that was due! However, before she could speak, someone approached.

“Uncle Winford?” Adalynn stepped forward, looking at Winford and Ophelia with uncertainty. Ophelia and Mr. Winford…? How could that be?! In the blink of an eye, she remembered the figure she’d glimpsed at Sunset Vista. At the time, she’d thought she was mistaken, but now it seemed it was indeed Ophelia!

Winford lifted his eyelids and finally glanced at someone. Looking at Adalynn, his tone was indifferent: “Who are you? I don’t remember the Pruitt family having a younger member like you.”

Adalynn looked anxious and hurriedly explained, “Uncle Winford, I… I was Cullen’s fiancée!”

“Cullen?” The name made Winford’s presence suddenly frightening. He hadn’t forgotten that the other party, unaware of the danger, was coveting his little wife! In an instant, Adalynn felt as if a mountain had pressed down on her head, causing her scalp to tingle and her legs to weaken! This was the aura of Mr. Winford!

Adalynn broke out in a cold sweat, “Uncle Winford…?” Did she say something wrong?

“Who allowed you to call me ‘husband’ like that?” Ophelia snorted coldly. Her tone was filled with disdain as she wrapped her arms around the man’s waist and leaned against him, looking utterly spoiled.

Adalynn’s expression darkened. “Mr. Winford is my uncle, and I should call him that. Do I need your permission? Who do you think you are—?”

Before she finished speaking, Winford’s cold and piercing gaze fell on her. He looked at her as if she were a corpse! “Who gave you the guts to speak to her like that?” The chilling pressure in the words made Adalynn’s blood freeze instantly!

“Uncle, Uncle Winford, I…” Adalynn was frightened by the man, but she still felt unwilling to accept it and wanted to ask why she couldn’t speak to Ophelia like that. It should be known that she was Winford’s most valued niece and Cullen’s fiancée! No matter how much Ophelia tried, could her status surpass hers?