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.

hatred—enough to strike not only at you but at Ashton Group

a thread pulled taut as Leah tightened her embrace from behind,

wrapped around her like a cold shroud, bringing with it an unfamiliar anxiety that settled deep in

venture had unraveled into a nightmare she never

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

perhaps even accelerating toward a

her tears.

Your trust,

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

on it. Get some rest. We depart

the sofa, moving toward the exit with measured

hand shot out, catching his

“Where are you headed?”

gaze met hers, his seemingly tranquil eyes harboring an arctic chill that cut straight

constricting painfully