Chapter235
Ophelia was so scared that she didn’t hesitate at all, and she began to wail, trying to win the man’s sympathy.
Winford looked at her, noticing that there wasn’t a single tear on her face. How could he possibly be fooled? He narrowed his eyes, lifted her face, and his voice carried a cold and dangerous tone, “Did Lia think I was too old? Is it because I haven’t done enough usually?”
Ophelia was somewhat doubtful that the word “do” in his speech was a verb. Her pretty little face couldn’t help but turn a shade of crimson, and her watery eyes turned to the side, unable to meet his intensely aggressive gaze.
“Her husband was not old at all,” she hurriedly coaxed, “he was only eight years older than me. If I were to call him anything, it would be ‘brother,‘ how could I call him ‘dad‘…”
Winford paused, his eyes suddenly darkening. “What did you say?”
“Call…” Ophelia unexpectedly met his gaze, feeling a bit scared, as if she would be devoured in the next moment. Her voice trembled slightly, and with a flushed face, she said, “Call me brother.”
Feeling his body suddenly tense up, Ophelia realized that this novel title seemed to be a significant weapon for her husband.
She quietly turned her eyes, deliberately causing trouble, wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe beside his ear, and spoke in a voice that was both soft and light-
“Brother.”
Winford closed his eyes, and the next moment, Ophelia let out a surprised cry as she was suddenly lifted up!
“Give her a leave of absence!” With that remark directed at Graham, Winford swiftly disappeared upstairs, carrying the person with him.
Graham:
Ophelia spent an afternoon paying the price for a small mischief she had done.
After it ended, Winford held the person tightly in his arms with an irresistible force.
“Say it again.”
The previous words? What words?
Exhausted, Ophelia lifted her head, and a look of confusion appeared in
her eyes.
Winford just looked at her and didn’t remind her.
Ophelia recalled and suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind, “You liked me…?”
Winford: “Say it again.”
Ophelia secretly laughed and said, “I liked you!”
At first, it was she who took the initiative to come to Sunset Vista, to stay, and to get close to him. However, all this time, she had never said that she liked him, so it was no wonder that Winford reacted so strongly.
Seeing the man’s deep and turbulent eyes, Ophelia felt a bit nervous, fearing that her husband would get excited again and that there would be a few more incidents.
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To her surprise, he did not do so; he simply held her face and gently kissed her on the lips.
A kiss seemed to contain countless treasures and tenderness.
Ophelia was immersed in the deep emotions reflected in his eyes, and her heart began to race uncontrollably,
That afternoon, the air in the apartment was sweet and joyful, and the atmosphere was so infectious that the servants, upon seeing the two masters, instinctively smiled.
During dinner in the evening, Winford casually asked a question as if it were unintentional-
“In Lia’s heart, was I really old?”
Ophelia stopped her chopsticks in surprise and looked over.
The man had a calm expression, as if he didn’t care at all, merely asking out of casual curiosity.
But Ophelia knew that if he really didn’t care, he wouldn’t have remembered and asked her after such a long time.
