Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1811

James sat across from Sophie, his eyes seemingly piercing right through her. Sophie didn't like that look; it felt like he was peeling away her layers, leaving her completely exposed.

"Fine, I'll smoke," she said, grabbing the pack of cigarettes in front of her and randomly pulling one out. She placed it between her lips, but as she was about to light it, James interrupted, "You need to inhale while you light it."

Sophie tried to follow his instructions but found she couldn't even manage to light it properly. "So what if I can't smoke?" she said defiantly, setting the pack down. "Yeah, I'm faking it. Go ahead and tell on me."

With that, she slumped back in her chair, adopting a 'whatever, let it all fall apart' attitude. James said, "I never said I'd tell on you."

"You... won't tell on me?" Sophie looked at him suspiciously.

rebel at school, causing trouble just to

flicker of panic crossed Sophie's eyes, as if he'd seen right through her. "Why would I be afraid of getting

the heiress, but you still live with your Uncle Perry," James pointed out, stripping away her last

you're afraid your aunt might turn against you, and you can't be too foolish because you don't want to embarrass the Russell family. So you pretend to be tough, so no one messes with

no evidence. It's all your assumption." Sophie averted her gaze, saying,

suffer," James said softly. "If you become my fiancée, I can't promise much, but I can assure you that here in Devonport, you can be whoever you

being your fiancée has so many perks, why choose me? With your offer, there

eyes darkened, "There was a girl who loved me for a long time and gave a lot for me. But

"And then what?"