Chapter 69

Only Lia, his little wife, was different. However, it didn't matter. When she called him "husband," when she took the initiative to hug him, and when she said she liked him… she had already lost the chance to leave. In this lifetime, she was destined to stay by his side!

Winford's eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and his presence was so overwhelming that it left people breathless.

“Did it scare you?”

Ophelia had just straightened up slightly when a man's deep voice suddenly sounded in her ear. She suddenly froze, hurriedly looked up, and saw Winford, who had appeared beside her she didn't know when. Winford's gaze darkened, as if he had not noticed her unusual behavior.

“I…” Ophelia was about to speak when suddenly, the man’s long, cool fingers gently lifted her delicate chin. He held a handkerchief in his hand and gently and carefully wiped her mouth. Ophelia froze and did not dare to move.

“Was Lia afraid?” he suddenly asked.

Ophelia suddenly trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. Winford’s lips curled down as he stared at her for several seconds. Suddenly, he let go and turned to leave. Ophelia felt a sudden panic in her heart.

“Honey!” she suddenly hugged him, using all her strength. Winford paused, his tall figure slightly still.

“I was a little scared, but when my husband hugged me… I wasn’t scared anymore…” She spoke with a weak voice, but her words were clear.

Winford was silent for a few seconds, his voice hoarse, “Do you want your husband to hug you? Isn’t it me that Lia was afraid of?”

“Not at all!” Ophelia shook her head vigorously. Realizing what he meant, her heart ached dully, and she felt almost overwhelmed by guilt. “Not…!” she choked, forcefully denying it. She was frightened by the bloody scene. At that time, the unfamiliar Winford also scared her a little, but… how could she be afraid of him? How could she be afraid of him! In his past life, this man loved her more than life itself, and in the end, he even sacrificed his own life to save her! Everyone had the right to be afraid of him, except for her! Tears welled up and soaked his shirt on the back.

“Honey, hold me…”

Winford felt as if he were in a dream. He pulled her close, and his large hand hesitated before resting on her slender back. It was only at the moment he received her stronger response that he realized this was all real.

“Okay, husband, give me a hug.”

She was in his arms, and it seemed as if his heart was filled. When everyone saw Winford carrying Ophelia out, they were all stunned. …If they remembered correctly, Mr. Winford had just gone in looking terrifying, as if he were about to cause a river of blood, right? In just a few minutes, what exactly happened inside? Why did Mr. Winford look as if spring had arrived? …Ahem, of course, Mr. Winford’s expression wasn’t that obvious, but as his trusted confidant, the subordinates present could all see that Mr. Winford was in a very good mood at that time! He held the girl in his arms as if he were holding a precious treasure. The girl leaned against the man’s embrace, her small hand tugging at a piece of his clothing on his chest, her actions filled with dependence and trust, showing no signs of rejection or fear.

Graham quietly lifted his eyes, and an indescribable shock suddenly surged within him. It was no wonder that Mr. Winford reacted this way; it was no wonder that among all his wives, Mr. Winford cared only for Ms. Ophelia. The only one who could face Mr. Winford without fear and trust him as always in such a situation was Ms. Ophelia. Among all the people, only Alfred looked a bit unwell.

As Winford held Ophelia and walked steadily towards the elevator, Ophelia suddenly remembered something.

“Wait, wait a minute!”

She clutched the fabric in front of him, raised her slightly pale little face, and spoke with a hint of urgency. Winford stopped in his tracks and looked down, “What’s wrong?”

“Flowers…” She leaned on his shoulder, looking behind him, and murmured softly, “The flowers I gave you fell!”

“Did you give me flowers…?” Winford’s throat moved.

Ophelia felt a bit shy and glanced at him quietly, replying softly, “I just went to the flower shop to buy this…”

“Pick up the flowers that the lady gave me!” the man immediately commanded, his tone unlike anything he had ever used when dealing with billions in business.

A group of subordinates: Is it an illusion? Why did it seem that Mr. Winford’s phrase “the flowers from my lady” had a hint of deliberate emphasis…?