Chapter 16 Preparing Breakfast

They rarely got along well with each other like this. Ophelia cherished the time when they were
together. Unfortunately, this man had already fallen in love with another girl and always neglected her
efforts.

“Mr. Chambers, I heard that a man with rough hair will love their wives dearly. You must be a good man
caring for your family after marrying Mr. Fletcher.”

Zachariah’s eyes squinted while he was enjoying Ophelia’s soft hands touching his hair. He asked in a
low voice, “Why do you say so?”

“It's just a feeling in my heart.” Ophelia chuckled and said.

“Are you jealous of her?” Zachariah asked tentatively.

Ophelia put down the hairdryer and hugged Zachariah's neck like a beautiful snake. She sniffed the
bath fragrance on his body with fascination and said seductively “Mr. Chambers, am I qualified to be
jealous?”

Zachariah raised her chin and asked, “What do you think?”

Ophelia looked at him directly, and her eyes were full of affection, “Mr. Chambers, you’ve devoted all
your love to Mr. Fletcher. If I am jealous, you’ll probably think I am making trouble without reasons.”

Zachariah loosened his hand on her chin and put her down a bit away from him. A cold expression
suddenly covered his eyes before he said, “You’d better keep that in mind. As long as you abandon any
thought you shouldn't have, you’ll get enough compensation after the divorce.”

Ophelia was lying down obediently, and said with a charming smile, “Mr. Chambers, you are so
generous. No wonder that none of your girlfriends have any complaints after breaking up with you.
Money can really stop scandals sometimes.”



Zachariah just glanced at her and said, “Go to sleep.”

Ophelia crawled into his arms and embraced him as usual, like a real couple.

Zachariah patted her shoulder subconsciously and whispered, “Just sleep. Don't think too much like a
kid all day.”

Zachariah fell asleep soon, but Ophelia was not sleepy at all. With the warm yellowish light, she looked
up at Zachariah's charming chin and whispered, “Zachariah, even if you care about me for just one
second, I won’t give up and leave the love triangle. I am your wife, but I have to give in to a woman who
hurt you badly. You even believe that she’s innocent. Why are you so careless?”

Zachariah was sleeping soundly and naturally did not answer her.

Ophelia closed her eyes and said in her mind, “Zachariah, Cora is not as innocent as you think. I don't
want you to get hurt again. Unfortunately, maybe you won’t listen to me.”

Zachariah had become one of her ribs that could not be pulled out, while Cora was a deadly poppy for
Zachariah, who knew it is poisonous but still enjoyed it, as if it were malt sugar.

After all, she was defeated by Cora who tended to show weakness and pretended to be poor.

Around seven o'clock the next day, Ophelia woke up, quietly got out of bed, and took a bath briefly. She
only wore a shirt and went downstairs.

Mrs. Miriam went back to her son's house today to look after her grandson, so she planned to prepare
their breakfast.

She cooked porridge with slow fire, fried two delicious eggs in the pot, and then prepared two side
dishes. When the porridge was cooking thoroughly, the breakfast was almost accomplished.



After getting along with Zachariah for four years, Ophelia clearly knew his taste. Although he could
have breakfast in Western-style and Eastern-style, he preferred the latter. He often went to Western
restaurants for business appointment. However, as for private dinners, he always took her to distinctive
Eastern-style restaurants.

She once made fun of him and said that he was such a double-faced person even with meals. As the
heir of Chambers Group, no one dared to laugh at him even when he went to any restaurants for
business gatherings. Besides, Eastern food was not inferior to western food at all. Eastern dishes were
diverse in flavor, featuring delicious, inexpensive, and nutritious. What a pity that foreigners had no
opportunity to taste such wonderful food.

She remembered Zachariah once said, “It's not about eating and drinking. It's a style that successful
people should have.”

Thinking of that, she could not help muttering, ‘It’s more nice than wise. Maybe successful people are
just vain creature.


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