When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 12

The one who owed an explanation was Bryant, and he knew it.

He broke away from Margaret and strode over to me, his voice a stark contrast to the sternness from moments ago, gentle yet absentminded. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t hide it.

Yet, he didn’t say much, taking a coat from the servant to drape over my shoulders and pulling me close as we headed inside. His demeanor was relaxed. “It’s chilly out. Let’s go in.”

He acted like what I had just overheard was only an everyday chat.

“Bry.” Margaret’s insistent voice echoed again and again, “Bry!”

Bryant acted as if he hadn’t heard.

He seemed somewhat distracted for the rest of the evening, checking his phone frequently.

Timothy’s usual

now. You need to act responsibly!” Timothy warned Bryant sternly as he walked us to the yard. “Be good

lump form in my

worry. I won’t let anyone hurt her,

troubles you, come to me. I’ll take care of it.” Timothy patted my head

back. “I will visit soon. Please go

the way home, I sat in the passenger seat,

My body was tired, but my mind was alarmingly

couldn’t hold back any longer, my voice still calm.

first love, or the one he loved but

replying calmly,

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a sponge soaked in water, struggling

With his handsome looks and the heir to the Ferguson Group,

before I could confess