Chapter 4 You’re My Wife
The room fell silent at once.
Graham almost choked on his own saliva.
He thought, “Mrs. Pruitt is full of surprises. She seems so tough, dragging Bertha and Madeline into this, and I thought she’d continue to confront them head-on, but…”
He stole a discreet glance at Ophelia, a bit surprised.
Winford’s imposing aura and icy expression were intimidating, and only Ophelia dared to coquettishly call him “Honey”.
Winford’s previous wives couldn’t even stop trembling when talking to him.
Meanwhile, Ophelia thought, “Winford is here. Why would I waste my breath on Bertha?”
She blinked, smiling sweetly, “Honey?”
Winford looked at her, his handsome face tense, making him look cold and formidable.
Sensing his long silence, Ophelia grew a bit uneasy.
She thought dejectedly, “Well, it makes sense. This isn’t my past life after all…”
Madeline sneered discreetly, thinking, “Mr. Pruitt didn’t hold it against her about the bathrobe because he was in a good mood and felt like it.
“But she’s nothing special. Given Mr. Pruitt’s temperament…”
“You can enter my room,” Winford said.
Madeline was dumbfounded.
Ophelia instantly beamed, and she pressed on, “I can enter whenever I want?”
He answered, “You’re my wife. Yes.”
The servants were all shocked.
Even Graham was stunned.
He thought, “Is this the so-called double standard? None of Mr. Pruitt’s previous wives had ever received such a privilege…”
“Thanks, Honey!”
She could go into Winford’s bedroom as long as she wanted in her past life, but hearing him say so now still made her very happy. She strode over and wrapped her arms around his arm.
His body tensed immediately. She thought he wasn’t used to it and quickly let go, blushing.
“I’m gonna go upstairs to change then,” she said softly.
Glancing at the bathrobe she was wearing, Winford asked Bertha flatly, “Where are the clothes for Ophelia?”
After being convinced he treated Ophelia differently twice, Bertha no longer dared to challenge Ophelia. She said, “They’re ready.”
Winford nodded and then ordered, “Get the second bedroom next to my bedroom ready for her.”
He didn’t even care which room Bertha had arranged for Ophelia to live in.
Bertha’s expression changed, and she wanted to say the second bedroom next to Winford’s bedroom was meant for her daughter, but she swallowed her words anyway.
She nodded. “OK.”
Ophelia was over the moon.
“Honey, I’m going up!”
She left briskly; her figure soon disappeared in Winford’s line of sight.
He withdrew his gaze and unconsciously touched the spot on his arm where she had hugged. He could still feel her warmth…
“I don’t want to see her being led to the wrong room again,” he said icily.
Madeline’s face turned pale at once.
“Yes, Mr. Pruitt…”
After Ophelia went upstairs, it occurred to her she didn’t explain to Winford.
On second thought, she didn’t think he was upset. Maybe he didn’t take Bessie’s words to heart.
She felt greatly relieved.
With Winford’s instruction, Madeline soon brought her several sets of new clothes and said, “Mrs. Pruitt, the second bedroom will take a little longer to prepare. You may have to wait for a while.”
Ophelia was in a great mood. She glanced at Madeline and said, “No worries. I’m not going anywhere.”
Suppressing her anger, Madeline stepped out quickly.
“Madeline, did Mrs. Pruitt give you a hard time?”
“It’s her first day here, and she’s acting so arrogantly. This is so outrageous…”
A few servants soon gathered around her and said both indignantly and disdainfully.
“Mr. Pruitt already said she didn’t have to honor the marriage arrangement, yet she still came here. Hey, everyone knows what she and her family are after.”
“Exactly. I heard that her family has already reached out to Mr. Pruitt, asking for favors. Gee…”
Just then, a pleasant female voice rang out.
“You know a lot, don’t you?”
The servants were startled. Turning around they saw Ophelia around the corner, and their expressions changed drastically.
“Mrs. Pruitt…”
They bowed slightly, sweating profusely.
Ophelia said to Madeline flatly, “You forgot to prepare my shoes.”
Madeline apologized, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Pruitt. It’s my negligence. I’ll go get them right away.”
“And we’ll go back to our work, Mrs. Pruitt.”
The other servants scattered quickly, not daring to meet Ophelia’s eyes.
Ophelia’s gaze darkened.
She thought, “Favors?
“Of course. That sounds like something my money-driven dad would do.
“I gotta talk to Winford when I have the chance—even if he’s handing out favors, I should be the one receiving them. Samuel has contributed nothing and doesn’t deserve any favors.”
With this thought, she came back to her room. Soon, Madeline brought her shoes over.
She glanced at the shoes. “You may leave them there and go.”
Madeline did as she was told. Once outside, she glanced at the door to Ophelia’s room, her gaze obscure. Pondering, she took out her phone and sent a message.
“Elva, where are you coming back?”
Elva Sherman was Bertha’s daughter.
Shortly after Ophelia went back to her room, a servant knocked on the door and told her the meal was ready.
She was really looking forward to her first meal with Winford after she had been reborn, and she went downstairs at once. However, no one was at the dining table.
“Where’s Winford?” she asked.
“Mr. Pruitt is out,” the servant replied.
“I see.” She was a bit disappointed.
Winford was in a wheelchair yet still went out. She presumed it was something important, and she sensibly chose not to be nosy.
After eating alone, she came back to her room.
Having just been reborn, she had a lot to recall and sort out.
At around 9:00 p.m., Winford came back. Before she stepped out of her room, she heard a loud crash from next door followed by his angry roar.
“Scram!”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she opened the door immediately.
She had a lot to deal with in this life, and Winford’s illness was her top priority.
One’d be driven mad when being forced to face one’s death desperately. Though Winford usually had his emotions under control, and he seemed pretty normal, he was already on the verge of a breakdown.
Ophelia ran straight to his bedroom.
In her past life, she had been used by Cullen for years. The only silver lining was her exceptional medical skills.
