Regretful Tears Won't Bring Her Back novel Chapter 122

Knowing that Jacob would keep his word, Liesel finally turned and left. After everything that had just happened, she didn't want to be near him. The very thought made her feel suffocated.

As Liesel walked away, Jacob remained on the balcony. He was staring at the few faint lights glowing on the lawn.

The warm yellow glow spilled from the grass, casting a subtle green hue around it. It shimmered like hidden fireflies in the night. To him, it was just another beautiful scene, one that only felt meaningful when Liesel was there.

Shaking his head, Jacob pushed his swirling thoughts aside and returned to his indifferent state.

He set his empty glass down and turned to leave. As he walked through the crowd, he passed well-dressed guests, tables laden with elegant dishes, and floral arrangements thoughtfully placed around the room.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, each one brimming with a variety of desires—desires to attach themselves to him, manipulate him, or possess him. At the core of it all, what they truly desired was the wealth and power he represented.

Jacob frowned in disgust as he adjusted the strap of his watch.

The watch's black face gleamed like the night sky, and its only adornment was the steady movement of the gears.

There were no stars or moon tonight, and in his heart, a cold, frost-like bloom began to form.

His heartbeat quickened, almost without him realizing it. He raised a hand to his chest and felt the heavy thumping of his heart. The anxiety inside him grew stronger with each passing moment.

His gaze darkened further as he entered the bathroom. He stood for a moment at the sink before turning on the tap. He slowly washed his hands as if trying to calm himself.

He took a cigarette from the gold case and placed it between his lips. As he flicked open his lighter, a brief flicker of light passed through his eyes. Without realizing it, his frown eased.

In his line of sight, Liesel had already stepped onto the stage with Ophelia.

She stood gracefully beside Ophelia while smiling gently. Her elegance was undeniable, but there was also an unexpected spark of energy—something that had only appeared after her divorce.

Jacob held a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hand. He momentarily forgot what he was doing.

He walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down. It was as if Liesel sensed his gaze. She straightened up and looked up at him.