Chapter 3 Meet at the Usual Place

“You...” Savannah was so mad that she was speechless for a few moments before responding. “You’ll regret what you said today.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t regret it.”

Without looking back, Ophelia returned to the house. As soon as she entered the guest room the Chambers family prepared for her and Zachariah, her expression darkened visibly. She felt like her heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, leaving her in a great deal of pain.

Ophelia hugged the doll on the bed and breathed in the familiar scent, a wave of calm rushing over her.

She took out her phone and made a call.

When the person on the other end answered, she put on a smile and spoke in a flirtatious tone. “Dear, I miss you.”

Zachariah paused and finally replied. “Knock it off. I’m in a meeting. I’ll see you at nine o’clock tonight in our usual place.” Then he hung up without another word.

Ophelia stared at the phone in a daze. Although they’d been married for four years, they rarely said more than a few words to each other, and never anything meaningful.

Zachariah always regarded her as a woman who was driven by money and nothing more.

*****

Ophelia spent an entire day in the Chambers’ mansion. After having dinner with Helena, she drove back to the apartment she and Zachariah shared downtown.

As soon as she got home, she put down her bag and handpicked the outfit for her date that evening. The usual place Zachariah mentioned was nothing more than a five-star hotel they visited frequently.

Even if she knew Zachariah didn’t love her, she didn’t want him to treat her like a drowned rat.

****

At nine o’clock that evening, Ophelia arrived at the hotel and unlocked the door to the presidential suite. Before she knew what was happening, she was pushed against the wall by a powerful force. A broad chest pressed against her and held her in place.

She smelled the familiar breath and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Mr. Chambers, aren’t you going to ask me if I made your mother angry at the villa first?”

Looking at her, Zachariah just shrugged indifferently. “Mom did always have a thing for you and she just called me and asked me to treat you better.”

“Really? Since she said so, why are you still bullying me like this, Mr. Chambers?” Ophelia asked with a smile.

Staring into her eyes, Zachariah lowered his head and kissed her affectionately on the lips.

After the kiss, she gently pushed him away, keeping a specific distance between them. Looking at him with wide eyes, she responded. “You really are a master of love, Mr. Chambers. You keep saying you love Miss Fletcher, but you’re still messing around with me. Do you enjoy the excitement of sitting on the proverbial love fence?”

“I’ll cut ties with you after the divorce.”

Upon hearing his remark, there was a sharp pain in her chest. However, the fake smile on her face never faltered, and she continued. “Mr. Chambers, are you reminding me our relationship is about to end?”

She raised her hand, drawing circles on his chest seductively, and continued. “In that case, I think you shouldn’t touch me tonight. After all, we will have nothing to do with each other soon.”

“As long as we aren’t divorced, you’re still Mrs. Chambers and you must fulfill my physical needs.” Zachariah said, leaning forward to get closer to Ophelia.

Lowering her head, Ophelia smiled bitterly, but when she looked up again, her face was wreathed with smiles, and her adoring eyes were particularly attractive. Zachariah couldn't help but get distracted for a moment when he met Ophelia’s alluring gaze.

“You really do look like Cora,” Zachariah muttered.

Ophelia’s body stiffened at the mention of Cora, but she relaxed a moment later, casually drawing circles on his chest again. “Mr. Chambers, mentioning another woman to me doesn’t please me, you know this. It makes me think I’ve lost all my charm in your eyes, and I don’t like that.”

After that, she pulled Zachariah closer and kissed him on his lips.

Zachariah soon regained his composure and took the lead. Their tongues tangled together and refused to separate.

Just when Zachariah moved to kiss her deeper, Ophelia pushed him away like a wicked flirt and looked at him with a carefree expression. “Mr. Chambers, how about having a glass of wine with me to add to the fun?”

Zachariah's eyes fixed on her body like a wolf staring at a sheep before replying in a deep voice. “Sure!”

Zachariah walked away and returned with a bottle of wine from 1982 and a couple of wine glasses in his hands.

He poured Ophelia half a glass of wine and handed it to her before pouring a glass for himself.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

Ophelia clinked glasses with him, then swirled the glass gently so the wine could better mix with the air to increase its aroma.

“Do you know why I’ve maintained a marriage as long as this with you?” Zachariah asked, staring at her through the glass.

“Isn't it because I’m your token wife?” Ophelia asked rhetorically, a smile playing on her lips.

“There’s another reason.” Zachariah paused, his eyes squinted, and his thin lips slightly opened. “Because...”