Chapter 70
It must have been an illusion! How could Mr. Winford possibly be the kind of person who loved to show off!
Soon, the rose was delivered into Ophelia’s hands.
There was only one rose, but it was wrapped with great care. She held it dearly and looked up, saying. “I’ll give it to you when we get home!”
“Okay.” He looked at her bright, beautiful eyes and said indulgently.
Once they got into the car, Ophelia nestled firmly in the man’s arms.
Winford was afraid that she was uncomfortable in that position and wanted to let her go, but she held tightly onto his strong waist and whimpered pitifully in his arms, “Don’t let go, I want my husband to hold
me…”
After she separated from him, she recalled the nauseating smell of blood at that time, only his breath could soothe her.
It seemed that with him around, she was no longer afraid of anything. Her husband, Mr. Winford, was capable of anything and would shield her from all disasters and storms.
..just like in the last life.
Ophelia buried her head in his arms, hiding her suddenly stinging eyes.
Feeling the tight grip around his waist, as if it regarded him as everything, Winford’s eyes deepened as he gently kissed the top of her head.
“Okay, don’t let go, husband hug.”
Ophelia was finally satisfied, her small face affectionately nuzzling. against his hard chest.
The absolutely safe environment made her eyelids gradually start to droop.
She breathed in the familiar scent of the man, and in her dreams, there was a sense of tranquility on her face,
Sunset Vista.
Elva was thrilled to receive the message from Alfred.
She felt a great sense of satisfaction at the thought that Ophelia might soon disappear from Sunset Vista!
Mr. Winford did not allow her to come to this side of the main building, but today, in order to see Ophelia’s tragic condition, she still took the risk
to run over.
Soon. Mr. Winford came back!
Elva hurriedly ran outside, the corners of her mouth unable to stop rising. However, soon, the curve of her lips suddenly froze!
-It was completely different from what she had thought!
Ophelia was not covered in blood, nor did she plead with Mr. Winford to not drive her away in a pitiful manner; she was actually carried off the car by Mr. Winford!
Mr. Winford not only did not get angry, but his expression was also one of great affection, as if the person in his arms were some rare treasure!
-Alfred had deceived her?!
It was not that Ophelia had intruded into Mr. Winford’s room without
permission, but she had also shown her fear and disgust towards Mi Winford in front of him, which had provoked his anger, hadn’t it?!
She pinched her palm and couldn’t help but step forward, “Mr. Winford…”
Winford’s gaze suddenly turned cold. He looked at the person in his arms and saw that she only slightly furrowed her brows, not waking up from the noise. With a hint of menace in his expression, he barely managed to suppress it.
He had a cold expression and strode inside, while signaling to Graham behind him.
Graham understood.
“Mr. Winford… um!”
As soon as Elva spoke, someone covered her mouth and forcibly dragged her towards the side building.
She widened her eyes in terror and cried out, “Mmm mmm,” pleading with Mr. Winford for merey. However, the man didn’t even glance at her, all his attention was focused on the girl in his arms.
He was afraid that she would be awakened by the noise.
He carried her back to the master bedroom and gently placed her on his bed.
He leaned down to look at her, his gaze deep and filled with aggression and danger, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. The finger that rested on her brow was held back with great restraint, as if he feared damaging a precious treasure.
His little wife, if she were awake at this moment, would she be scared by him again?
Chapter 7)
“Mr. Winford, there was an emergency situation over at Kingchester…!” Graham had suddenly knocked softly on the door from outside.
Winford came to his senses, his expression stern and imposing, and he stood up to prepare to go out.
Suddenly, a suppressed sobbing sound came from behind.
He hurriedly turned around and saw that the person who had just been fine was now covered in tears, struggling in pain as if they were trapped in a nightmare.
She cried, as if she had experienced great pain, calling out a vague name.
He approached and heard her shouting, “Winford…!”
Just three words contained suffocating pain.
Mr. Winford had always been as cold as ice, but at that moment, his heart suddenly tightened.
“Lia!”
He shouted twice, and Ophelia suddenly opened her eyes.
