The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1692

Chapter 1692:

The Fords returned to the hotel. Chelsea eyed Jules from head to toe. “Did Michael give you a hard time?”

With how Michael’s attitude had changed, she guessed something serious had happened.

But during the ride, Jules hadn’t shown a hint of it.

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but Jules gently squeezed her hand, and she lowered her head, eyes brimming with tears. “No. If there’s nothing else, I’ll rest now,” Jules answered.

Chelsea nodded. “Alright.”

Once in his room, Jules went straight to the bathroom.

He undressed and stood under the shower.

Water poured over him, washing away a faint trail of blood.

He braced one arm against the wall, letting the water run down the wound on his back.

It had been years since his last training. His reflexes weren’t what they used to be. That was why he didn’t notice the trap that struck him from behind.

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

He turned slightly and saw Rachel walk in, her cheeks red. He frowned.

“Why are you here?”

From where she stood, she could clearly see the injury on his back. Her eyes welled up. She bit her lip and whispered, “I… I came to help you with the ointment.”

Jules stared at her. “Aren’t you afraid of me anymore?”

That simple question brought back memories of their wedding night—memories that still made Rachel blush with embarrassment.

he’d tease her about that for the rest of their lives. “I’m not scared of you. You’re hurt, and it’s not good to leave the wound wet. It could get worse,” she said, her voice soft but

how she avoided eye contact. “It’s not convenient in here.

“Alright.”

and began applying the ointment. As she touched the injury, tears filled her eyes. Her voice trembled. “I’m

𝖂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖋𝗈𝗋 galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗆

now. Your family is mine too. If your grandfather wants to punish

looked at her reflection in the window and saw the tears fall from her chin. His brows furrowed. “Don’t

upset him, Rachel quickly sniffled and held back

cried easily. But seeing Jules like this—it

quickly to what my grandfather asked. The training room is meant for

own punishment when he was younger. He’d caused big trouble and was sent there. Even now, he said it wasn’t a place normal people

them—had he not, everything Jules had endured would have been for

it was her reckless choices that had led them to this point, yet Jules had been the

flooding her with remorse. The pain he suffered—because of her—was a debt she couldn’t

her. “What’s

bit. I’ll get you something to

And Jules knew—if he didn’t accept now, she’d

something softened in him. The chill in

with her reminders, and yet Jayden had adored her for over two decades without ever growing

himself a drink. As the glass touched his

Corrine.

hand, and answered with easy familiarity.

crisp on the line. “So? What magic did you

“Charm.”

“You’re shameless.”

After a pause, he added, “Franco said Michael just needed a way to vent. So, I offered myself up in the Astley family’s training room. Took a

bruises were thanks to his rusty form—but part of it had been intentional. A calculated gamble. A sacrifice to earn

Michael’s silent gesture of acceptance. His way of acknowledging Jules not just as

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