The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1631

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?”

glass until his knuckles lost their color, pale and strained. The muscle in his jaw tightened,

devoid of warmth. “Why so quiet?” he asked, voice low, mocking. “Feeling guilty too, Jules? If we are comparing timelines, I was in her life long before this new prince of hers ever showed

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 the floor and lunged. His fist arced through the smoke and

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Jules stopped resisting after a few hard blows. Patrons scrambled away, dragging their drinks and dignity with them. Some fled entirely, eager to avoid the spiral of

the message from Jonathan. The bill, long

twitching in restrained frustration. Taking a deep breath,

receiver. “Jules! What were you thinking? Fighting in Jonathan’s bar of all

his bruised jaw with a cold pack. “Anyway, listen—the Charles family representatives are arriving in a few days.

Jules, the tension in her body palpable. The

for you?” Within the bustling halls of Blue Core Technology, Jules’ absence hardly created a void—countless others could easily fill his shoes. Yet somehow, the burden had fallen to her,