Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

Chapter 250

Noah leaned on his cane as he stepped through the door.

Bang!

The door slammed shut, causing Chloe to shiver slightly.

Inside the small entryway, Noah's tall figure completely overshadowed Chloe.

She was slender, dressed in a black knit sweater, her spine visible under the fabric. Her long hair was casually clipped up with a pearl hairpin, and her shoulders subtly rose and fell. This feeling was all too familiar to Noah, so familiar that it filled the emptiness in his heart in an instant.

"Chloe, did you cry? Did someone hurt you?" Noah stood in the entryway, his eyes fixed on her back. For a moment, he felt a bit unsure of himself.

"No..." Chloe's heavy nasal tone betrayed her.

After a brief silence, Noah seemed to realize something.

"You... don't want me to leave?" Noah asked.

As soon as he said this, Noah suddenly smiled. His face, which had been tense just moments ago, lit up with joy, his deep-set eyes carrying a hint of pride.

Noah took a couple of steps forward, gently pulling Chloe into his embrace, his movements awkward, like he was hugging a friend.

"I'm not completely stupid. I can tell, right?" Noah let go of his cane and gripped Chloe's shoulders with both hands.

Seeing her eyes red from crying, Noah's heart tightened.

He felt a wave of sympathy for her, but also a sense of helplessness.

Chloe lowered her head, feeling the warmth from his hands as they rested on her. Her arms around his neck tightened. "You're wrong. I didn't..."

Before Chloe could finish, everything in front of her went dark, and Noah's scent enveloped her.

Her lips softened, and all she could see were Noah's sharp brows and his baby-like eyelashes.

The kiss was soft, so light it almost felt like a feather brushing against her before pulling away.

Noah swallowed, his hands clenched into fists, his nerves showing like that of an inexperienced boy. A flush crept up cheeks, adding an unexpected tenderness to his otherwise stern face. his

"Wait... wait for me to come back. Don't move, and don't let me lose track of you. I will definitely come back for you," Noah said.

Chloe looked at the clumsy man in front of her, her delicate brows tinged with a faint pink. Her eyes and the tip of her nose turned red.

Tears swirled in her deep blue eyes, and she dared not blink too hard, afraid to let them fall.

She sniffed, wishing his words were true.

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But when Noah remembered how she had deceived him step by step in the past, he would definitely leave her again without looking back, just like before.

Chloe lowered her gaze, the tears hitting the floor, avoiding Noal's intense stare.

She nodded, her voice hoarse and choked. "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back

Like every time they had parted, Chloe said she would wait for him.

But Chloe knew this time, he wouldn't be coming back.

Noah grinned, his white teeth flashing as he smiled foolishly and endearingly. He hopped forward on one leg, pulling her into a hug.

"Wait for me to come back, and make me some sauced beef steak. Then we'll live in a bigger house. I don't have money right now. When I get money and come back, I'll buy you your favorite blue iris." "Okay." Chloe nodded.

Chloe's hands slowly moved upward, but before she could hold Noah, he straightened up.

"Then don't bother packing my things," Noah said with a smile, his eyes seeming to hold a piece of the stars.

"Remember to miss me. I'm leaving now. Wait for me to come back." Noah leaned on his cane, stepping back outside and waving at Chloe.

Il be back as soon as I can,' Noah thought firmly.

The gap in the door grew smaller, and Noah's face slowly disappeared behind it.

As the door closed, Chloe's heart skipped a beat.

Listening to the sound of the elevator opening and closing, Chloe quickly turned and rushed out of the door. The elevator doors shut, and it began to descend.

Chloe hurriedly turned back inside, not even bothering to change her shoes. She ran straight to the balcony.

A gentle breeze blew across Chloe's forehead, her stray locks of hair fluttering. She watched Noah get into the car, the vehicle slowly pulling away, getting farther and farther.

"Noah, if I told you that when I first met you, I didn't know who you were, would you believe me?" Chloe asked.

Tears blurred her vision, falling down her cheeks and kissing her side face.

Chloe still remembered the first time she met Noah.

At the Yoskela Opera House, the Davidson family's deal had been exposed, leading to conflict and gunshots.

She had been pushed to the outer perimeter as an innocent bystander, and as she rushed forward, a large hand suddenly gripped her wrist.

Someone pulled her away from the opera house.

At the time, Yoskela was blanketed in snow, and Noah was wearing a black leather trench coat and leather gloves. The dim light fell across his cold face, and his sharp brows furrowed slightly. He said, "Stay out of this."

Noah's voice was cold and stern, like a strict old gentleman.

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She seemed to have cald, "Thank you, Sir."

She vaguely remembered the surprised expression on Kenneth's face.

Thinking of this, Chloe smiled, but as the smile tugged at her lips, more tears fell.

The memories she had locked away rushed back like a flood, swirling in her mind.

It wasn't until Ophelia called that Chloe regained her focus.

The phone rang several times before she found her voice and answered.

"Chloe, did Noah come by?" Ophelia asked.

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"Yeah, he came. Don't worry about me, Elia. We'll handle our issues ourselves. You and Mr. Sinclair don't need to bother with us," Chloe replied.

Ophelia hesitated, letting out a sigh, which Chloe could hear clearly.

"I'm fine. Don't worry. Wyatt's about to wake up, so I'll talk to you later," Chloe added.

On a wide road, a low-key Maybach passed by.

In the backseat, Ophelia held her disconnected phone in one hand, and the other was firmly clasped by Kenneth. His hand had squeezed each of her slender fingers. "Based on what you knew of Noah before, do you think that if he gets his memory back, he won't like Chloe anymore, like Adams said?" Ophelia asked. She didn't want Chloe to get hurt.

"Who can say for sure about something like that?" Kenneth replied.

Kenneth didn't even know if Noah liked women.

Ophelia pulled her hand out of Kenneth's grasp, clearly annoyed, and she didn't feel like talking to him anymore.

"Feelings are something the people involved have to sort out themselves. You don't need to worry about it," Kenneth said, reaching up to rub Ophelia's head. He gazed at her for a long time.

But after everything that had happened last night, Kenneth actually felt a bit more at ease about Chloe.

After all, when they were faced with danger, Chloe's instinct was to push Ophelia away.

That kind of immediate, instinctive reaction was something one couldn't fake.

At least Ophelia had someone like that to protect her, which eased Kenneth's worries somewhat.

"These next few days, put your work aside and take a few days off" Kenneth suggested.

"Why?" Ophelia turned her head, looking at Kenneth seriously.

They were about to get their marriage license in a few days. It shouldn't take long, and Ophelia didn't think it required any special time off.