She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 187

Jade felt a deep wave of regret, but there was no use dwelling on it. She shoved the remorse aside.

"Peter, let's leave the past in the past. Just get this done, and I'll send the money."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Jade was in a foul mood.

Thinking about how her relationship with Miles hadn't progressed at all, she pulled a small packet of powder from her purse—the one Wesley Winter had given her.

Calculation gleamed in her beautiful eyes. Miles, if you reject me again tonight, don't blame me for playing dirty.

Miles had bought several outfits for both her and Leo, along with jewelry. The shopping bags were piling up so high the staff could barely carry them.

Jade hooked her arm through his, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Thank you, Miles."

"Don't mention it. You suffered a lot abroad all these years, and it was all because of me."

Miles's tone carried a hint of guilt. If things hadn't gone wrong back then...

Jade felt a rush of sweetness in her chest. She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Miles, thank you for everything. Let's go take Leo to see a movie."

"Alright."

Miles had Tristan book a private screening room for a children's movie.

Inside the private theater, the lighting was soft, and the glow from the screen flickered gently.

By the time the animated movie ended, Leo—exhausted from playing all day—was fast asleep on the sofa.

The atmosphere grew quiet and intimate. Jade turned sideways, her eyes brimming with affection, and gazed deeply at Miles, leaning into the languid mood.

The air between them slowly thickened with sexual tension.

She tentatively leaned toward him, intending to loop her slender arms around his shoulders and pull him close.

Miles stiffened. A flash of discomfort crossed his eyes, and before she could even press against him, he reached out and pushed her away.

Undeterred, Jade tried to wrap her arms around his neck, aiming to pull him in for a kiss.

Miles leaned back smoothly, peeling her hands off him and standing up, instantly putting distance between them. His expression was unreadable.

"Jade, it's late. I should take you and Leo home."

Miles sat down on the sofa, and Gail brought him a glass of water. "Boss, you must be tired. Have some water. If you're hungry, I can make you something."

"Do we have any soup left?"

"Yes, I'll go get it for you."

Miles remembered how, in the past, whenever he came home late, Quinn would always have hot soup waiting for him.

Hearing Gail say there was soup, he instinctively assumed Quinn had made it specifically for him.

The knot of annoyance in his chest seemed to unravel, though he didn't even realize it himself.

Gail exchanged a few words with Quinn in the kitchen before bringing the soup out to her boss.

Miles took a sip. The flavor—it tasted exactly like the cuttlefish and lotus root soup Quinn used to make. Rich, savory, with perfectly tender lotus root.

"Did Quinn make this?"

"Yes, she did."

Gail didn't mention it was just leftovers from what they had already eaten.