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…”

the stairs, taking the cup from her with a mix of panic

argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought her to the sink to rinse off

back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big

properly, you know?” Bryant scolded sharply, still not letting

stood on the stairs, dazed, watching the

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

with him.

burnt myself. One time, I accidentally tipped over a pot,

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

acted gentle and caring yet so

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countless diary entries about him, marrying him was more than enough for me. I thought

was lemonade that

my heart felt as if it was

the cup from Margaret. But in his concern, he failed

with sarcasm. “Honey, Emma got Margaret some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you should

avoiding my gaze, and