The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 505:

Irritated, he yanked a cigarette from the pack, lighting it with a flick of his lighter.

The thick smoke curled around his brooding features as he exhaled heavily.

Just then, Leah stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed close, her voice a soft whisper.

“Bruce, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

In times past, Bruce had always been Leah’s sanctuary, rushing to comfort her at the first sign of distress.

Tonight, however, his demeanor had shifted dramatically.

He stood with his back to her, cigarette smoke curling around him like a shield, his expression carved from stone.

Leah pressed herself against him, her tears flowing freely, yet he made no move to comfort her.

I feel so inadequate compared to Corrine. All I wanted was to support you, but I never imagined she would harbor such hatred—enough to strike not only at you but at Ashton Group itself. The blame lies with

pulled taut as Leah tightened her embrace

with it an unfamiliar anxiety that settled

unraveled into a nightmare

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manipulation severing her connection with Meg, and now Bruce’s growing emotional distance—everything was slipping

toward a formal engagement before the opportunity

calculations behind her tears. She gradually released

you repeatedly. Your trust, your love—I’ve squandered it

crossed Bruce’s features. He extinguished his

it. Get some

retrieved his jacket from the sofa, moving

shot out, catching

“Where are you headed?”

eyes harboring an arctic chill that cut straight

constricting painfully in her