When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 3

‘Jewelry?’ I frowned slightly and raised my voice to Bryant, who had just entered the bathroom. “Bryant, Margaret is here. I’m going down to see her.”

Almost instantly, Bryant emerged, his expression colder than I had ever seen before..

“I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry about it. Go freshen up.” Bryant, always composed and reserved before me, spoke with a hint of unspoken emotion, sounding irritated and anxious.

A strange feeling arose within me. “I’ve freshened up. Remember? I even squeezed the toothpaste out for you.”

“Okay then. Let’s go down together. We shouldn’t keep our guest waiting.” Bryant said.

I grabbed his hand, and we made our way downstairs.

The staircase spiraled elegantly, and halfway down, we could see Margaret sitting gracefully on the sofa in her simple white dress.

She looked up at the sound of our footsteps, her smile serene. When her gaze fell on Bryant and me holding hands, her cup trembled slightly, spilling a few drops.

It must have been a bit hot, and she cried out softly in her flurry, “Ah…”

cup from her with a mix of panic and haste. “How can you be so careless? Can’t even

room for argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought her

pull her hand back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big deal out of

properly,

on the stairs, dazed, watching the scene unfold, my mind

married, I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach and began to cook. Even though we had Emma,

with him.

One time, I accidentally tipped over a pot, and the splashing oil

as always, and said gently, “Are you okay? You go and take

gentle and

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had the nagging feeling that something was off. But having secretly adored Bryant for so many years, with countless diary entries

that I got for

reality. My vision blurred, and my heart felt as if it was

cup from Margaret. But in his concern, he failed to notice whether

breath and stepped down the stairs, my voice tinged with sarcasm. “Honey, Emma got Margaret some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you

go of her hand, avoiding my gaze, and scolded Margaret, “Crying out over cold water?