Keh''s voice was low and teasing. Ophelia blushed when he called her "my dearest wife."


    She thought, ''Keh is such a flirt! He is simply too charming


    Meanwhile, a Twitter notification buzzed on her phone. Ophelia nced down at it. [Sharon Campbell Thomas Collins Celebrating New Year Together Possibly Living Together.] Before she could open it, a video call from Sharon came through


    Keh had a yful glint in his eye, bent down, and kissed her lips, causing her hand to twitch and answer the call.


    "Elia, Happy New Year..." The callsted only two seconds before she immediately hung up, pressing her hands on Keh''s shoulders.


    Keh took the phone from her hand, tossed it onto the couch, wrapped his arm around her waist, and deepened the kiss.


    The switch on the wall flickered, and the dark curtains by therge window slowly closed automatically.


    The room turned pitch ck. In her view, she could only see Keh''s chiseled face, more deep-set and defined, like a dark lord reigning over the shadows.


    Keh said, "Focus, put your heart into it." Thest word was emphasized.


    Ophelia was speechless and Keh''s kiss came down like a tidal wave.


    As evening approached, Ophelia''s stomach was growling. "Keh, I''m hungry... so hungry..."


    "What do you want to eat?" His voice was low and enticing.


    "I want dumplings." During the New Year, it''s traditional to eat dumplings.


    "Okay." Keh got up and instructed the maid.


    Ophelia felt her eyelids getting heavier, and with the dim lighting, she gradually fell asleep.


    When she woke up again, it waspletely dark outside, and a few warm yellow nightlights were on in the room.


    She got up from the bed, feeling that the soreness in her waist and legs had mostly eased.


    If it weren''t for the different scenery outside the window, she might have thought she was at Rosewood Manor.


    Therge building outside was illuminated, and she could vaguely see some people practicing shooting and fighting in the


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    She walked out of the room but didn''t see Keh. On her way downstairs, she only came across a maid about the same age ás Lisa.


    The maid nodded respectfully to her. "Would you like to have dinner now?"


    After taking a nap, she wasn''t very hungry. "No need for now, where is Keh?"


    "Mr. Sinir is having a meeting in the main building. He mentioned that if you''re awake and want to wait to eat with him, you can walk around. The meeting will finish at ten."


    Keh really knew her well; he understood she wanted to wait to have dinner together.


    It was not even nine-thirty yet, so she definitely had time to look around and see where Keh lived.


    She changed into a turtleneck sweater and a ck and white striped tracksuit. The nights near the mountains were especially chilly, but she was already used to it from her previous stay at Rosewood Manor.


    She walked up to the front of the main building. Nearby, there was arge indoor facility, featuring an indoor shooting range and a closebat training area.


    A group of young people from around the world, wearing simr ck clothing, were training with nk faces.


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    When they saw Ophelia walking by, they just nced up briefly before resuming their training, as if they were emotionless killing machines by nature.


    Every move they practiced was a deadly skill taught to her by Eric, with nearly every strike meant to be lethal.


    She nced around quickly but didn''t see Eric or Ray among them.


    "It''s dangerous over there, Ms. Spencer. It''s better not to go," came the voice of that short-haired woman from behind her.


    Ophelia halted, turned her head, a slight smile on her lips but her expression stayed indifferent and distant. "Thanks for the warning."


    "You''re wee." The woman walked right past her, her short hair partly tied up, exuding a cool yet elegant presence. Without looking, her hands expertly put together the machine gun.


    She turned her head slightly, her indifferent gazending on Ophelia. "Doesn''t Keh have your name tattooed on his chest?"


    Ophelia raised her eyebrows, sensing a definite challenge in that statement.


    It was as if she was saying, "Eknow everything, even about the tattoo on Keh''s body." And those words were quite unsettling.


    Still, Ophelia seemed unconcerned, her face calm as she put her hands in her tracksuit pockets. She slightly tilted her chin up, imitating Keh''s usual arrogant demeanor. "Yeah! Nice, isn''t it?" She thought, "Isn''t that something to be proud of?''


    The woman clearly didn''t expect such a response. She paused for a couple of seconds, her fingers slipping as she tried to assemble the gun, then quickly looked away to reassemble it properly.


    The woman wondered, ''Is she really indifferent, or just pretending? Isn''t she curious how I know? Does she even care about Keh at all?''


    After assembling the machine gun, the woman carried it one-handed and walked past Ophelia, saying, "Ms. Spencer, you''re pretty important to Keh, so maybe you should avoid ces like this. Your delicate features might get you hurt She almost outright said that Ophelia was just a pretty but useless decoration. Regardless, Ophelia did not mind much.


    The woman went to the shooting range, set up the machine gun, and fired. Her every shot hit right in the middle of the target.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    The men practicing nearby couldn''t resisting over to watch


    "Way to go, Mnie!"


    "Mnie, are you here to beat us again?"


    Ophelia nced over and admitted that Mnie was indeed impressive.


    To stand out among this group of men with superior physical skills and earn their admiration, her abilities must be exceptional.


    Ophelia was about to check out another area when Mnie suddenly got up and called out to her, "Ms. Spencer, want to join us? Anyway, Keh is still in a meeting and can''t be with you now."


    Mnie''s tone seemed polite, but it subtly emphasized that she was just a pretty essory who needed a man''spany.


    A man next to Mnie chuckled.


    tender flower. If she gets a scra Mnie, are you joking? Has this youngdy ever seen these things? She looks like a


    tender flower. If she gets a scratch, won''t she be crying to Keh tonight?"


    "Exactly, let''s not risk it, Mnie. What would we say to Keh if she gets hurt?"


    Mnie had a subtle smile on her lips. She never knew Keh liked this kind of woman. Besides having a nice face, she was useless, like a young high school girl. She definitely couldn''t be worthy of Keh.


    "I didn''t think it through. Forget it." Her eyes lightly swept over Ophelia as she turned to the person behind her and said. "Let''s practice some closebat."


    "Okay, I''ve been wanting to spar with you, Mnie." The group automatically ignored Ophelia and went to the fighting area.


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