The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 185

As soon as Lucy stepped out of the car and found her footing, Jules leaned in close, his warm breath brushing past her ear. "Don't move."

Before his voice had even faded, his slender fingers gently picked up a stray lock of hair at the side of her face and tucked it tenderly behind her ear. The movement was so natural it was as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Not far away, Kingsley was walking slowly toward them, but the image reflected in his eyes was completely distorted—that posture of leaning down, those overlapping silhouettes... to him, it looked no different from an intimate kiss.

The hand hanging by his side suddenly clenched into a fist. His knuckles turned white from the force, the cracking sound distinct in the silence.

The anger in his chest surged like an out-of-control wildfire, burning away his reason. They were acting so intimate right in front of him, treating him as if he were thin air!

In the next second, Kingsley rushed forward. He grabbed Jules by the back of his collar, spun him around violently, and slammed a fury-filled fist mercilessly into the corner of his mouth.

Blood instantly seeped out, sliding down Jules's jawline.

Jules, however, simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb in a leisurely manner. A glint of coldness flashed in his eyes before he swung a fist back, landing heavily on the corner of Kingsley's mouth with undiminished force.

"Stop it!" Lucy's voice rang out abruptly.

Just as Kingsley's second punch was about to fall, she yanked Jules behind her. Her arm was stretched taut, like an insurmountable barrier.

Kingsley's fist stopped abruptly in mid-air. His knuckles trembled with the effort of restraint. The anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a heavy layer of helplessness. His voice was hoarse.

"You're protecting him?"

Lucy looked up, her cold gaze colliding straight into his eyes without yielding an inch. "Yes, I'm protecting him. Kingsley, if you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't act crazy here."

Jules rubbed the blood at the corner of his lips with his fingertips, but his mind was clear—if he went in now, Kingsley, blinded by rage, would certainly barge in after them. Then, Seven wouldn't be able to stay hidden.

He suppressed his thoughts and forced a relaxed smile. "It's a small scratch, nothing serious. You should go inside."

"Okay, drive safely on your way back then."

Lucy nodded, the concern in her tone undisguised.

Kingsley listened to their conversation as if no one else was present. His heart felt as though ten thousand sharp swords were piercing it; the pain was dense and overwhelming.

His eyes, which had just been a mix of anger and helplessness, were now stained red. His chest heaved violently, every breath feeling as if it were being dragged from his throat, as if his chest would burst open in the next second.