Tassach looked at her in puzzlement and asked with concern, "Ophelia, are you okay?"
Ophelia shook her head and said indifferently, "I just think I'm quite a failure. Cora tried to steal my
husband. Gracie had someone follow me to get you. It seems that I'm really a seductive woman, or
how come women hate me so much? "
Tassach felt distressed. He stood up, went around behind Ophelia, and tried to hug her from behind.
But just as he reached out, he withdrew his hand and finally patted her shoulder.
"Ophelia, don't be like this. Leave it to me."
Ophelia stood up and said, "Mr. Conduibh, would you mind giving me these pictures?"
"Take them if you like. But can you leave two for me? I'll take it as a souvenir. After all, there are too
few pictures of us. You took with me the only one in college. Then, you have never taken a photo with
me after you worked."
Ophelia graciously declined, "Mr. Conduibh, if you want a picture, I will take one with you in private
later. As for these, I want to take them away."
Tassach did not insist and just said, "Then go work first. I will deal with it."
"Thank you, Mr. Conduibh. Never mind even if Zachariah gets the pictures. After all, my face is the
bane. If I had looked ugly, things wouldn't have been like this." Ophelia said faintly.
Tassach felt distressed and said, "Ophelia, you..."
Ophelia interrupted him and said, "Mr. Conduibh, if there is nothing else, I will go work first."
Tassach had no choice but to nod.
Ophelia left the office and returned to the design department with the bag. Perhaps because she
looked unhappy, Elisa, who had been gossipy, did not come to her, but just gave her a cheering motion
and went back to work quietly.
At noon, Elisa took the initiative to say, "Ophelia, let me treat you to lunch. I am going to order a meal
later. Let's eat it in the office. What do you think?"
Ophelia was warmed by the thoughtfulness of Elisa. Although Elisa was a little gossip and well-
informed, her thoughtfulness and kindness warmed others.
"Elisa, thank you."
"Don't mention it. Although you are older than me, I want to take care of you like your sister
sometimes." Elisa ordered the meal and then came to her to chat.
"Ophelia, are you okay? You looked unhappy all morning." Elisa asked in a low voice.
Ophelia shook her head and smiled, "I'm fine. Elisa, you seem to be sensible and know how to care
about others now."
Elisa slapped her hand away and said, "Come on. Ophelia, I am serious."
Ophelia compromised and said, "I know. I'm really fine. It's just a little conflict in my family. It will be
solved soon."
Elisa grabbed her hand and suddenly said, "Ophelia, I think you have a hard time. Although you are
beautiful, the occasional sadness in your eyes can't deceive me."
Ophelia paused first and then laughed, "Come on. You are too young to be an expert on feelings. I
know you care about me. I'm really fine. I am pregnant. When my baby is born, you'll be his aunt."
"Ophelia, you are biased. I want to be his godmother."
"Sorry, someone has said in advance to be his godmother. So, you can only take the second best."
"Who is it? Tell me and I will fight with her one on one."
Ophelia was delighted instantly. With such a girl who always brought joy as Elisa, it was hard for her to
be unhappy.
After a long day of work, Ophelia packed up her things and was about to leave work. But when she left
the design department, she ran into Gracie, who was walking towards her. Because of the pictures,
Ophelia had a grudge against Gracie and felt that Gracie was cunning, which made her hate Gracie.
Gracie walked to her and whispered, "Ophelia, you are really good. You fool two men. Do you feel
triumphant?"
Ophelia looked at her calmly and said, "Miss King, you'd better not force others into a dead end, or it
will only be counter-productive."
Gracie coldly smiled and said, "What an eloquent woman. I really don't understand why there are so
many men willing to fight for you."
Ophelia was so angry that she laughed, "Maybe because I am charming. Miss King, you are not as
charming as me. So, you can only admit defeat."
Gracie's pretty face slightly twisted.
"Miss King, if you have nothing else, I'll leave work first. I have a dinner date. Excuse me."
Gracie snorted disdainfully and said, "You really cannot live without men."
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