Flustered, Ophelia tried to pretend that she knew nothing about the thing, "What photographs? What
are you talking about, Mr. Chambers?"
"I had received a delivery at about 6 o'clock, and found that there were a bulk of photographs inside.
Maybe you should give me a good explanation for that."
Hearing his words, Ophelia was so stressed that she felt as if the sky was about to collapse.
She had not expected that Gracie would ever send those photos to Zachariah without sparing her any
chance.
At that moment, the hatred for Gracie was burning inside of Ophelia. Though she had no quarrel
with Gracie ever before, she just failed to figure out why she hated her so much and what good would
be brought to her destroying other's marriage.
"Do the photographs have anything to do with me?" Ophelia was still trying to play fool.
Zachariah looked her in the eyes and remained silent.
The silence of Zachariah made Ophelia even more anxious and panicked. Neither she ever
wanted Zachariah to divorce her, nor did she ever want to break Mrs. Chambers's heart.
Inside of her, Ophelia could now clearly sense the hatred for Gracie — she had neither done anything
wrong nor had ever messed with Tassach, while she was now obliged to suffer such bitter grievance.
"I have never seen those photographs before, and you should not just vent your anger at me in this
situation!"
Zachariah gave her a glance and said, "You will see them when we're home."
Then, Ophelia fell into silence.
Zachariah remained silent either, and the atmosphere within the car was somehow tense and awkward.
After about half an hour, Zachariah pulled the car into the neighborhood where they were living, and
parked the car. As he was about to open the door and get out of the car, he stopped and again recalled
everything that Madeleine had previously said: though Ophelia was leading a tough moment in her life,
she still always tried her best to force a smile and was optimistic as much as she could in front of him.
"Get out of the car." He tenderly said to Ophelia.
Stunned for a second, she slightly lifted the corner of her mouth, unfastened the seat belt and got out of
the car.
As Zachariah was leading ahead, Ophelia was silently and sullenly following behind. Suddenly, she
clutched her stomach and moaned, "Please, help me, Mr. Chambers. My stomach hurts."
, Zachariah turned back to her and looked at her suspiciously. Ophelia then looked at him pitifully and
continued in an increasingly feeble tone, "Please, it really hurts, Mr. Chambers."
Finally, Zachariah in panic squatted down and lifted her around her waist from the ground. He was
anxiously comforting, "Take it easy, and I will now take you to the hospital."
At the next moment, Ophelia unexpectedly embraced her arms around Zachariah's neck with her face
tightly folded to his breast, "Thank you, Mr. Chambers. My previous stomachache was due to your
indifference and silence, and now, since you're holding me in your arms, I feel much better."
Zachariah's face was black with rage. He then lowered his head and looked at Ophelia with a nameless
expression on his face, "Are you fooling me?"
Ophelia leaned on the chest of Zachariah and said, "Please, don't be so cold and indifferent, Mr.
Chambers, or the part of my body will hurt again."
In fact, the part of her body referred to her heart.
As Zachariah was about to put her down, she then embraced the neck of Zachariah with strength as if
a koala was clutching a tree. She then said flimsily, "Please, I'm to blame for everything. Neither should
I ever take photos with others, nor should I ever make you angry. Anyway, everything is all my fault,
and I sincerely beg for your forgiveness.
Zachariah lowered his head, gave her a glance and went into the elevator with Ophelia in his arms.
Pressing the button, he barely even looked at her afterwards.
Entering the apartment, Zachariah put down Ophelia, impatiently unfastened his tie and went into the
kitchen, offering himself a glass of icy water to suppress the fidgets inside.
As he walked out, Ophelia again came up boldly and said like a spoiled child, "I know my bad now, Mr.
Chambers. Please, just forgive me, give me another chance."
With his eyes slightly closed, Zachariah asked in a cold tone, "Have you ever seen those photographs
before?"
Ophelia dumbed, suppressed her tensity and answered calmly, "Though I haven't, I bet that those
photographs will by no means be ordinary, since they have made you so angry. So, I think to apologize
first would be my best choice."
Zachariah stared at Ophelia sharply and said, "Well, it seems that you do have self-knowledge on that."
"Always, Mr. Chambers." With her eyes twinkled, Ophelia said adorably.
Then, Zachariah straightly turned around and went up stairs. After a while, as she heard a loud door
slamming, Ophelia helplessly slumped on the ground.
After about five minutes, Zachariah got down the stairs, with a leather bag in his
hands. Ophelia looked at the bag with an absent-minded look on her face, and asked, "Is that the
photographs you've mentioned are inside the bag?"
Zachariah threw the bag on the table and said, "Check for yourself."
With a while of hesitation, she grabbed the bag and poured out several photographs from it: obviously,
the two people in those photographs were exactly Ophelia and Tassach.
'How dare you, Gracie!' Ophelia shouted inside her heart.
Zachariah stared at her aggressively and said, "You'd better give me a good explanation about that!"
Ophelia calmed herself down, looked at Zachariah with a faint smile on her face, "Would you believe it
if I said there was nothing between me and Tassach?"
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