When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 131

It was Bryant!

Mark’s eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. One man radiated a warmth reminiscent of a sunny afternoon, while the other held the cold sharpness of a winter morning.

Their interaction instantly gave me a feeling of high tension. It was as if instead of being childhood friends, they were two people on completely opposite sides.

I racked my brain, trying to understand when the rift between ryant and Mark had grown after Mark’s return from studying abroad.

Was Bryant misunderstanding my relationship with Mark? An what was Mark’s reason for the tension?

Yet, it was their issue to resolve, not mine to pry into.

Bryant strode over with a commanding presence, his gaze briel., flickering over was wearing, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Cozy, aren’t you?”

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“Not as much as you two,” I retorted without a second thought.

Ever since the incident yesterday, every word, every action from him seemed to erode the little affection left between us.

I couldn’t help but think, had he just reached out to me, maybe I wouldn’t have lost our baby. But he didn’t, even though I was within arm’s reach. Pretending not to hate him would only make me a hypocrite.

Bryant’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing as he tried to keep his emotions in check, “Enough, let’s go home.”

As if tolerating my mood was a generous act on his part.

gesture or sweet word from him, and I would come running back like

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

that belief, “Bryant, I’m not causing a scene. The only thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you and Margaret apart

“I’ve told you, what’s between her and me

couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a simple

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onto her little brother,

a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane!

two are alone, you’re just playing cards? Or

“Shut up!”

the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of

body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident, I wouldn’t

Margaret so much, yet seemed

his voice low

him, his words laced with scorn,

“Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s bleeding

“Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with me now, and I’ll believe

sure she’s alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about

was stunned by his choice, it seemed

expected, his phone began to ring relentlessly before we even

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

expected a business call, but his expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop

hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation

released my hand, “Wait here for a few minutes,

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