Chapter 112 The Dream

"What can I do for you, Miss Fletcher?"

"Ophelia, if you still have a little self-esteem, divorce Zach, or you’ll be driven out of the Chambers
family like a bereaved dog in the future."

"Don’t have to worry about me, Miss Fletcher. It’s more difficult for you to be the daughter-in-law of the
Chambers family. My mother-in-law always supports me after all, and she just dislikes you."

"You..."

"Miss Fletcher, have a wonderful night with Mr. Zachariah. I'm afraid you can’t sleep with him so
frequently later, so you'll have to make the most of them."

After saying that, Ophelia directly hung up the phone.

She threw the phone aside, and her whole body's strength was drained. Her eyes turned red all of a
sudden.

Ophelia was aggrieved, but no one cared about the injustice. Her husband loved another woman, and
the entire Chambers family, except for Mrs. Chambers, all treated her as an outsider. Even if they knew
she was pregnant, no one was sincerely happy for her.

However, as Cora was pregnant, instead of blaming her, the Chambers family even protected her.
Ophelia had read some novels about rich and powerful families before. At that time, she just laughed at
the story and did not take it seriously. Unexpectedly, what happened to her could be developed as a
novel about the Chambers family.

It was difficult to be a daughter-in-law of a rich family, and her initial pride and confidence had been
worn down to nothing when she was groping around in the whirlpool of the gentry.



She sighed lowly, and a confused expression flashed in her eyes. For a moment, she could not imagine
the future direction.

Ophelia lay in bed with her clothes on and closed her eyes with mixed thoughts in her mind. Tears
slipped down her cheeks.

Zachariah arrived home at two in the morning. He gently opened the door, came in, and closed it again
by hand. He coming to the bed noiselessly, looking at Ophelia who curled up in the bed like a very
insecure hedgehog. Traces of tears on her cheeks indicated that she had cried for a long time. She
frowned because even in her dreams she still thought of something unpleasant.

Zachariah felt a little tender affection. Squatting down, he gently wiped the tear marks on her face,
smoothed her frowning brows, and bent over to kiss her lips.

Perhaps what had happened over the past few days made Ophelia felt anxious even in her dreams, so
she woke up as soon as Zachariah touched her. Her eyes were red, which made Zachariah felt more
worried.

Ophelia blinked and suddenly reached out to stroke Zachariah's face. She said, "Mr. Zachariah, only in
my dreams will you be so gentle with me. But I appreciate it. In fact, you only consider me as your pet,
while in the dream, you’ll treat me as your wife."

Zachariah instantly froze and then understood that Ophelia thought that she was dreaming.

Looking at her confused expression, Zachariah could not help but laugh out loud. He had never thought
that she could be so cute.

Ophelia saw him smile and could not help but laugh out loud as well. Then she came over and kissed
Zachariah's lips very passionately, and after a while, she said, "Mr. Zachariah, sleep with me, OK? I
want you to only have sex with me."



Zachariah's expression changed all of a sudden. He immediately pressed Ophelia underneath him like
a hungry wolf, but he was still careful not to press on her belly. He looked at her and said seductively,
"You really wanna sleep with me?"

Ophelia giggled with her eyes red, still thinking it was a dream, "Mr. Zachariah, this time the dream is
so real. Although I have dreamed of you being gentle with me before, it’s different. I could feel that you
are eager for me. It’s so nice and you can forget Cora and only remember that I’m your wife."

Zachariah felt another mood swing and asked her in a soft voice, "You don't want me to stay with Cora,
do you?"

Ophelia shook her head honestly, "Mr. Zachariah, I wish you could only belong to me."

With that, she pulled down Zachariah's head and kissed him hard on his lips, allowing herself to relax
and sink into the sexual affection.

He would not let her go since she was so initiative this time.

Zachariah left everything behind. They began to enjoy the sex and forgot the trouble.

Ophelia exhausted herself in the sex and fell asleep immediately as they finished. Zachariah looked at
her sweet sleeping face and smiled helplessly, saying, "Lazy girl, I’m the one exerting effort, but you
are asleep reassuringly. I still wanted to chat with you."

Ophelia woke up to find herself lying in Zachariah's arms the next morning. She froze and saw that
Zachariah was sleeping sweetly with the corners of his mouth slightly turning up as if he was smiling.
She reached out her hand and mischievously pinched Zachariah's cheeks, pulling them hard to the
sides.

Zachariah woke up in pain from a wonderful dream.



He grabbed Ophelia's hands and said, "You are making a fool of me."

Ophelia leaned against his chest and said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Zachariah, when did you come
back?"

"You hugged me so passionately last night. You forget it?" Zachariah deliberately reminded her of what
happened last night.

She blushed with shame all of a sudden and obviously remembered the sex last night. It was a dream,
wasn’t it?

She remembered that she told him something that she had never said. She was afraid that it would
make Zachariah misunderstand.

"You are shy, right?" Zachariah asked her in a rare delighted tone.

Ophelia just buried her head in his chest and said, "Mr. Zachariah, last night, I said..."


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