Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Ophelia instinctively wanted to struggle, but Blake's voice echoed in her ears like a spell.

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Blake's mouth.

He removed all the candles, took the cake knife, cut a piece of cake, and stuffed it into Ophelia's mouth.

Ophelia covered her mouth and laughed, "It tastes very sweet. Isla is still watching."

Blake smiled and glanced at Isla and Mia, who both giggled.

Ophelia felt shy now. After celebrating Blake's birthday, unsurprisingly, he pressed her onto the bed and they had intimate contact again.

Thinking back to Blake's insatiable appearance, two red blushes appeared on Ophelia's face.

Ophelia threw off the covers and bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Ophelia stretched lazily and suddenly felt that maybe this kind of life wasn't so bad.

She looked at the sapphire ring on her ring finger. Blake had insisted on putting it on her last night.

Remembering how many times he had kissed her ring finger, Ophelia felt like an electric current passed through her body.

She shook her head and went downstairs to find Isla.

She needed to figure out why Blake had reacted so strangely when the cake was mentioned yesterday.

Isla was tidying up in the kitchen.

Hearing a sound behind her, she turned around. "Ms. Hayes, you're awake?"

Ophelia walked over to Isla's side. "Isla, can you tell me now? Why did you all seem unhappy when you heard about the cake?"

The smile on Isla's face froze, and the corners of her mouth slowly dropped. "Well, Ms. Hayes, you're the person Mr. Weston trusts and likes most right now. I'll tell you, but please don't tell Mr. Weston it was me who said it."

Isla's expression was very serious, which made Ophelia even more curious.

"Go ahead."

The birthday cake incident dated back to when Blake was just a few years old.

Blake was still a child back then.

Although he had already shown intelligence different from ordinary children, he still liked the things ordinary children liked, and even liked them more deeply.

As Blake's personal nanny, Isla had noticed this early on, but she never expected what would happen.

She still remembered that day was Blake's birthday, and Rebecca was still around.

To celebrate his birthday, Rebecca had her order a custom birthday cake from a cake shop.

The cake was very beautiful, a full five layers. At the time, Blake's classmates were invited.

It was a very grand birthday party, but on that very day, William brought home a woman from outside.

So Blake's birthday party turned into a meeting with his stepmother.

Everyone knew Blake's mood wasn't good, but no one dared say anything.

At that time, Rebecca and Blake were still young, and William had almost all the say.

As Isla spoke, she choked up a few times. "From that day on, Ms. Weston's mood was never good, and Mr. Weston locked himself away. That night when I got up, I even saw..."

Ophelia's heart tightened. "Saw what?"

Isla added, "I saw Mr. Weston smash that cake to pieces. At the time, I was terrified, but I didn't dare tell anyone about it."

Ophelia's brows furrowed tightly, and a feeling of heartache rose from the bottom of her heart.

No wonder Blake had acted so strangely when he saw the cake.

That cake represented his broken family.

And she had still made Blake blow out candles and make a wish.

She had been too insensitive.

A desire to make it up to him grew deep in Ophelia's heart.

"Isla, I'll make lunch today."

Isla was very surprised. "Ms. Hayes..."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Ophelia prepared the meal, packed it in lunch boxes, and came to the Weston Group.

Since she had called Lucas in advance, he was already waiting at the building entrance.

Seeing Ophelia's car arrive, he quickly stepped forward to open the door. "Ms. Hayes, why did you come in person?"

Ophelia handed the lunch box to Lucas. "This is for you. Make sure Blake eats it on time. I made enough for two people, so you eat too."

Lucas was flattered. "Thank you, Ms. Hayes."

Ophelia smiled and was about to get back in the car when she suddenly received a phone call.

The screen didn't show a name, just a string of numbers.

Realizing who the caller was, Ophelia's expression darkened. "You go up first."

Lucas opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

After going upstairs, he knocked on Blake's door. "Mr. Weston, the food is here."

Blake didn't look up. A project at the company had a problem today, and he was modifying some key data. "Put it aside."

Lucas didn't leave. Blake frowned and looked up. When he saw the lunch box, he hesitated for a moment.

"Bought from outside?" Blake asked.

Lucas opened the lunch box. "Ms. Hayes just brought this over."

Blake stood up.

 Lucas added, "Ms. Hayes has already left. She received a phone call when she was leaving, which seemed pretty urgent."

Blake walked over to the lunch box and saw the very delicate meal inside, a smile tugging at his lips.

He took out his phone and called Ophelia. It kept showing the call couldn't connect; was she on the phone?

Who was she calling?

Blake ate a few bites, but the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. He simply had Lucas put the food away, got up, and left the Weston Group.

"But Mr. Weston, today's project..."

"Leave it for now. I'll handle it when I get back."

Ophelia received the call and came to a deep alley.

She had thought the caller was Ronnie, but it turned out to be Zoey.

Why would Zoey ask her to come here? She had no clue.

After walking for a long time, Ophelia still hadn't seen Zoey. The alley was reaching its end.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

'Did Zoey deliberately trick me into coming here?' Just as she thought this, a strong smell of blood suddenly hit her face.

Around the corner ahead, a high-heeled shoe was visible.

Ophelia's pupils contracted sharply. She quickly walked over, only to see a woman whose face was covered in knife wounds.

Blood had already covered her entire face.

Ophelia felt her feet go cold. If the person in front of her was Zoey, then who had called her earlier?

From receiving the call to arriving here, no more than half an hour had passed.

Could someone really do this to another person in half an hour?

Blood slowly flowed along the ground toward Ophelia's feet.

Ophelia instinctively stepped back a few steps.

But suddenly she heard the piercing sound of police sirens coming from outside the alley.

At that moment, Ophelia was certain that everything before her was a trap!

She had originally planned to escape. The walls around the alley weren't very high; she could easily get away.

But what would happen after she really escaped?