Chapter 3 Honey
Bessie’s eyes flickered.
Ophelia was so stupid and knew nothing about Winford. Unlike Ophelia, she had known a lot about him from Cullen.
Her gaze swept from the bathrobe Ophelia was wearing to the servants’ expressions, and she immediately realized something.
She deliberately asked, “Ophelia, whose robe are you wearing?”
Ophelia was stunned slightly. Then she realized what was going on when she saw the others’ reactions.
In her past life, Winford indulged her so much that she could go anywhere in Sunset Vista, including his room.
So, when Madeline led her upstairs, she didn’t dwell on it much and entered his room on her own.
Yet she forgot this wasn’t her past life. In this life, she had just come to Sunset Vista and was practically a stranger to Winford.
And he happened to be a man who attached great importance to his turf. Only Bertha was allowed to go into his room to clean up.
Realizing this, Ophelia was a bit nervous. Trying her best to be calm, she walked down the stairs and went over to Winford.
“Honey, I forgot to take my clothes into the bathroom. So, I wore your bathrobe. Is that OK?”
Graham was slack-jawed.
Her address for Winford made him wonder if he was hearing things.
The room fell deadly silent.
Ophelia’s soft, coquettish voice reached Winford’s ears, and he stopped tapping the armrest at once.
He looked at her in silence, his eyes deep.
Meanwhile, Bessie sneered deep down.
In her mind, Ophelia was so ignorant. Winford had seen everything, and of course, Ophelia’s child’s play wouldn’t work.
“OK.”
Winford’s deep, magnetic voice rang out, breaking the silence.
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
Ophelia felt greatly relieved. She smiled brightly, “Thanks, Honey.”
She felt both happy and guilty at the same time.
It was the first day she came here, and he was already so generous. Did it mean she meant something different to him?
In her past life, he had been nothing but good to her. Yet, she had believed the rumors and ended up fearing him and hurting him the most.
Suddenly, she sensed Bessie’s venomous gaze filled with jealousy.
Her gaze turned cold as she turned around. “Bessie? Why are you here?”
Bessie quickly put away the hatred on her face and forced a smile. “I was a bit worried, so I came here to see you…”
“Oh, really?” Ophelia tilted her head. “But I heard you say you were gonna replace me.”
Bessie’s expression froze. Glancing at Winford in the wheelchair, she pulled Ophelia aside, lowered her voice, and said anxiously, looking genuinely concerned about Ophelia, “Ophelia, what’s wrong with you?
“Didn’t I tell you I’d take care of things for you? Why did you come back?
“Mr. Cullen is waiting for you. Are you gonna break his heart? Let’s beg for Mr. Winford’s mercy and have him let you go. Don’t worry. I’m willing to stay here. After all, you and I are sisters. I won’t stand by while your life gets ruined.”
Ophelia almost sneered.
She had believed in Bessie’s words and had been deeply moved.
Yet, after she eloped with Cullen, her family caught her back within a day, tied her up, and sent her to Winford.
Meanwhile, Bessie had offered herself to Winford. Though she didn’t end up marrying him, she successfully won the favor of Glenda and reaped a lot of benefits.
“Ophelia? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Seeing Ophelia didn’t respond at all, Bessie was a bit anxious.
Ophelia lowered her head to hide her flickering eyes and smiled, saying flatly, “No need. You can go back.”
“What?” Bessie was stunned. Then she said hastily, “Are you really gonna break Mr. Cullen’s heart? You…”
Ophelia interrupted her, “I’m not together with him. How is this breaking his heart? On the contrary, Winford and I have had a marriage arrangement ever since we were little. Isn’t it only right that I marry him?”
In her past life, taken care of by her stepmother Erin Herrera, she had been so clueless. From the beginning, Cullen had approached her with an ulterior motive, yet she remained unaware.
Cullen had never intended to make their relationship official—he had only been stringing her along. Yet, she failed to see it and believed he had his reasons.
Bessie was dumbfounded at Ophelia’s words.
She thought, “Ophelia loves Cullen to the core. What’s going on?”
As she was about to continue to persuade Ophelia, the latter looked at her skeptically. “Bessie, you said my happiness matters the most, right? Marrying Winford is what I want now. Why do you keep suggesting I elope with Cullen?”
Bessie was stunned and then stuttered, “I thought you loved Mr. Cullen…”
“Who told you that? He’s nothing compared to Winford. He kept pursuing me, and I thought it’d be rude to reject him. That’s all.” Ophelia curled her lip, looking disgusted.
After a moment of silence, Bessie said, “Are you saying Mr. Cullen isn’t good enough for you?”
Ophelia sneered.
Countless people tried to butter Cullen up because he was a member of the Pruitt family, and Winford was his uncle. But in fact, Cullen’s father was just an unacknowledged illegitimate son of the family.
In short, Cullen’s status was unpresentable. Only in Minston, a place far away from Kingchester, could he be fawned on.
“Is he good enough for me?” she asked.
Though the Greene family had been declining after her mother’s passing, she wouldn’t stoop so low as to marry Cullen, the son of an illegitimate child.
Bessie was finally at a loss for words.
She was still shocked when she left Sunset Vista.
She didn’t get it—Ophelia had always been easy to manipulate. What got into Ophelia today?
After getting rid of Bessie, Ophelia had to deal with Winford. She was worried he’d take Bessie’s word for it and grow distant with her.
As she was about to explain to him, Bertha suddenly said, “Mrs. Pruitt, you were in Mr. Pruitt’s room?”
Ophelia paused.
He didn’t give her a hard time about the bathrobe, but it was undeniable that her going into his room without permission was a stupid mistake that upset him.
She blinked and looked at him, saying sweetly, “I came in for a shower…”
“You had to shower in Mr. Pruitt’s room?” Bertha frowned and said harshly.
Ophelia glanced at her. “There was only cold water in my bathroom. I don’t know what went wrong.”
“Bertha?” Winford looked up at Bertha, giving off an authoritative aura. He was asking for Bertha’s explanation.
Bertha’s expression changed slightly. Winford’s previous wives had been provoked like this, but he had never bothered to step in. How come he treated Ophelia differently?
“I’ll have someone take a look. Perhaps I overlooked,” she apologized at once but still didn’t want to let Ophelia off. “Even so, there are plenty of rooms. Mrs. Pruitt, how come you went to Mr. Pruitt’s room?”
“I was led there,” Ophelia said.
Saying this, she glanced at Madeline standing aside.
She had just been reborn and needed some time to adjust, but Madeline had been a maid at Sunset Vista for years. Of course, Madeline knew about Winford’s rules.
Not to mention she had asked Madeline for clothes, but no one sent her anything, and she had to open Winford’s wardrobe. She had every reason to believe Madeline did it on purpose.
Madeline’s face turned pale, and tears filled her eyes. She begged, “Mr. Pruitt, I did nothing wrong! I pointed at the second bedroom next to the master bedroom. I had no idea why Mrs. Pruitt ended up entering your room!”
Bertha echoed, “Mr. Pruitt, Madeline never lies.”
Hearing this, Ophelia knew it’d be impossible to teach Madeline a lesson. After all, Bertha was very important to Winford.
She simply gave up arguing with them. Looking at the handsome Winford, she said, a bit aggrieved, “I’m your wife, and I can’t even enter your room?”
