The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1631:

Zeke’s smile faltered, but only for a breath. “Thin ice? What are you talking about?”

Jules scoffed quietly, eyes flashing with amusement. “Then you are not just walking the edge—you are sprinting across it.” Zeke gave no answer. He did not need to. Years of friendship had taught them to hear the words that were never spoken.

Jules looked up, his eyes heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts as he glanced toward Zeke, who sat wreathed in smoke. Jules lowered his gaze, brought the glass to his lips, and took a slow sip. “It was just a joke back then. Why take it to heart? She has found someone she loves. They are engaged. The outcome is set. Why dwell on it now?”

A haze of gray smoke curled around Zeke’s face, cloaking his features in a veil of mystery, as though shielding his expression from the world—or perhaps from Jules himself. Silence hung between them, stretched thin by tension. Then Zeke finally spoke, his tone flat and distant. “You know it was never about that joke.”

He lifted his head, dragging deeply on the cigarette, the red glow flaring briefly in the shadows. His eyes, rimmed with the crimson tint of fatigue—or rage—met Jules’, cold and steady. “She forgot what she said that day. But did you forget too?”

did not answer. His fingers clenched around the glass until his knuckles lost their color, pale and strained. The muscle in his

low, mocking. “Feeling guilty too, Jules? If we are comparing timelines, I was in her life long before this new prince of

never finished. Jules suddenly hurled his glass past Zeke’s shoulder. It shattered against the wall behind him with a sharp crack, sending shards flying. “Is there any point in dredging up old history?” he snapped, his voice raw. The sound of breaking glass barely faded before Zeke flicked his cigarette to

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alcohol coursing through his veins, Jules stopped resisting after a few hard blows. Patrons scrambled away, dragging their drinks and dignity with them. Some fled entirely, eager

read the message from Jonathan. The bill, long and detailed, was signed

for a moment, her lips twitching in restrained frustration. Taking a deep breath, she

receiver. “Jules! What were you

I supposed to know it belonged to him?” Jules mumbled, nursing his bruised jaw with a cold pack. “Anyway, listen—the Charles family representatives are arriving in a few days.