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.

"You've been acting like a rebel at school, causing

he'd seen right through her. "Why would I be afraid of getting hurt? I'm the Russell family's

heiress, but you still live with your Uncle Perry," James

perfect because 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

your assumption." Sophie averted her

fiancée, I can't promise much, but I can assure you that here in Devonport, you can be whoever you want, and you

so many perks, why choose me? With your offer, there must

who loved me for a long time and gave a lot for me. But I ignored all that, and eventually, we missed our

"And then what?"