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.

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

thread pulled taut as Leah tightened her

silence wrapped around her like a cold shroud, bringing with it

City venture had unraveled into a

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action, perhaps even accelerating toward a formal engagement before the opportunity

gaze, masking the calculations behind her tears. She gradually released her

I’ve failed you repeatedly. Your trust, your

response crossed Bruce’s features. He

dwell on it. Get some rest.

retrieved his jacket from the sofa,

out,

“Where are you headed?”

harboring an arctic

faltered, constricting painfully