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…”

stairs, taking the cup from her with a mix

leaving no room for argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought her to the sink

to pull her hand back. “I’m fine. You’re

up. Burns can scar if not treated properly,

stood on the stairs, dazed, watching

mind. When we first married, I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach and began to

with him.

beginner, I often cut or burnt myself. One time, I accidentally tipped over a

Bryant came over, as always, and said gently, “Are you okay?

gentle and caring yet

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Chapter 3

But having secretly adored Bryant for so many years, with countless diary entries about him, marrying him was more than enough for me. I thought perhaps it was just his nature to be

that I

and my heart felt as if it

his concern, he failed

a deep 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 should worry if she might get

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