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.

she would harbor such hatred—enough to strike not only at you but at Ashton Group itself. The blame lies with

as Leah tightened her embrace

around her like a cold shroud, bringing with it an unfamiliar

had unraveled

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her connection with Meg,

accelerating toward a formal engagement before the

lowered her gaze, masking the calculations behind her tears.

repeatedly. Your trust, your love—I’ve

flicker of response crossed Bruce’s features. He extinguished his cigarette with deliberate

on it. Get some

jacket from the sofa, moving toward the

shot out,

“Where are you headed?”

tranquil eyes harboring an arctic

heart faltered, constricting painfully in