Chapter 58

In her past life, didn’t he also tacitly approve of Erin and Bessie harming her like that? What good thing was he? Just a disgusting thing like Erin!

“Ophelia! How could you accuse my mom like this? Hasn’t she treated you well enough over the years?!”

Bessie didn’t dare do anything to Samuel and turned her head to question Ophelia.

“Which of my words was unjust?” Ophelia retorted.

Bessie was at a loss for words.

Glancing at the time, Ophelia felt a bit impatient; she still needed to go back and communicate with her husband. The time wasted here today had already been more than enough.

“I am going back,” she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up gracefully. “I will give you three days. My eighty million, and my mother’s villa, please return everything to me as it was, otherwise—ha!”

She left decisively, abandoning the chaotic Greene family behind. On the way, she saw a flower shop, and a thought crossed her mind, so she stopped.

Back at Sunset Vista, it was already an hour later.

“Madam! You finally returned—”

Chapter 58

Lily came over.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing her anxious expression, Ophelia couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern in her heart.

“Mr. Winford was a bit unhappy…” Lily said softly. “Just now, Mr. Winford asked where you had gone. It was said that after you left, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. He was upstairs and hadn’t taken his medicine.”

Upon hearing this, Ophelia hurried upstairs.

Second floor. The small living room.

Winford sat on the sofa with his back to the door. He held a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the garden below, while a bowl of cold medicine sat on the table beside him. The atmosphere was profound, and his presence was powerful.

Ophelia, peeking out halfway from the door, couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat upon seeing this. It seemed that he really wasn’t happy.

She straightened up, walked in, and deliberately made obvious footsteps. The man’s hand, holding a cigarette, paused slightly, but he did not turn around, as if he had not heard anything at all.

Ophelia felt anxious. She cleared her throat, walked over quickly, and suddenly jumped in front of him, standing there with her hands behind her back, looking lively and charming.

“Honey!”

Winford finally lifted his gaze, his deep, abyss-like eyes looking at her. “You came back?”

“…Ah, I came back.”

Under his gaze, Ophelia somehow felt a bit guilty.

“You went out by yourself, and it seemed like you were quite happy.” He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. “It seemed like it made no difference whether I was there or not.”

Ophelia: It seemed that I understood why he was not happy. Yesterday, she had just coaxed him into wanting to stand up and go out with her, but today, he quietly went out by himself! For a moment, Ophelia was astonished that the esteemed Mr. Winford would actually get upset with her over such a trivial matter!

Once again feeling guilty, it seemed that she had forgotten to tell him something when she went out today…

“I didn’t go out to have fun today; I just went home to take care of some things. It wasn’t intentional that I didn’t bring you along.” She stole a glance at his handsome, sharp face and whispered in defense, “I thought I would be back soon, so I didn’t tell you…”

The invisible pressure that weighed on her did not lessen.

“Ah!” She suddenly thought of something and exclaimed softly. With a swift motion, she brought out the hand that had been hidden behind her. In an instant, a small bouquet of fiery red roses burst into Winford’s view.

“Hubby, I brought you a gift!” She presented it to him as if she were offering a treasure.

The bouquet looked beautiful, and it was evident that each rose had been carefully selected. However, when counted, there were only twelve stems, which seemed a bit meager.

Winford: “What was this?”

“Rose flowers!” she said, her pretty face suddenly flushed with a charming crimson, feeling a bit shy. “Each one was chosen by me, you know. I heard that twelve roses mean ‘all my love.’”

She presented the bouquet in front of him, her tone shy yet brave and straightforward, “—Hubby, I gave you all my love!”

She gazed with sparkling eyes, as if they were a galaxy, reflecting the girl’s genuine and overflowing love.

Winford was stunned.

“Honey?” Seeing him remain still, Ophelia felt a bit anxious, and her starry eyes dimmed. “Do you… not like it?”

“No, I really liked it.” Winford finally spoke, grabbing her hand that she was about to pull back, looking at her with a hoarse voice, “I really liked it—”