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.

never imagined she would harbor such hatred—enough to strike not only at you

stretched like a thread pulled taut as Leah tightened her embrace from behind, desperately awaiting words of

bringing with it an unfamiliar anxiety that settled

City venture had unraveled into

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

even accelerating toward a

behind her tears. She gradually released her

I’ve failed you repeatedly. Your trust, your

a flicker of response crossed

it. Get some

sofa, moving toward the exit

hand shot out, catching his

“Where are you headed?”

hers, his seemingly tranquil eyes harboring

heart faltered, constricting painfully