The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 I Can Apologize

“Bruce.....” Leah clung to him as if he were the last branch keeping her from drowning, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a storm. "I was just messing around with Corrine. I never thought she'd take it so seriously."

Tears spilled down her cheeks, cascading like a relentless rain.

Bruce, seeing her tear-streaked face, felt a sharp pang in his chest, as if her sorrow were chiseling away at his heart. His jaw tightened, and his voice. turned cold. "Corrine, you heard her. It was just a joke. Why did you have to blow it out of proportion?"

"A joke?" Corrine's lips curved into a bitter smile. "Tell me, Bruce, have you ever seen someone joke about life and death? But then again, Leah is your ever seen someone jo golden girl, isn't she? Even her faults are painted in halos for you."

"You!" Bruce's pride took a hit, and his eyes burned with indignation. He shot her a glare sharp enough to cut. "Apologize to Leah. Right now!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Corrine's gaze was as frigid as a winter morning, her voice dripping with disdain. Then, almost lazily, she added, "Fine, I'll apologize- when she kneels down to hear it."

shadow in the room. Bruce's grip on her tightened protectively, his heart breaking

he bellowed, his voice shaking with fury. His eyes blazed with a mix of disgust

shards of ice. "Because you never really tried to understand me, Bruce," she said, her tone devoid of emotion. "You see, I

someone strikes, I

the storm in his eyes darkening. "You're impossible to

her smile slicing through the air like a blade. She turned her attention to Leah, her volce steady

a free lesson. Being a celebrity comes with a price, and joking about someone's life isn't just reckless It's dangerous. Think about it. You're fresh off the plane, trying to build your image here.

Leah

panic flickered

Instead of triumph,

appearing from the shadows like a phantom. His tone was polished, his posture

imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve. Without a backward glance,

away unscathed. Her arm throbbed with pain, forcing her to abandon any thoughts of retaliation for now. She nestled