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.

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

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like

ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and me isn’t what you think. She’s no threat to

help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a

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onto her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after her

thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did you start having

you’re just

“Shut up!”

me away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or

and bru es covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s

yet seemed to forget I could

voice low and

at him, his words laced with scorn, “I’m taking her

I was about to refuse, a nurse rushed out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s bleeding again, insisting on seeing you before

you taking me home?

perhaps genuinely concerned about

by his choice, it seemed unlike

as expected, his phone began to ring relentlessly before we even left the hospital, a landline number

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

expected a business call, but his expression softened into resignation,

couldn’t hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation

my hand, “Wait here for a

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