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.

or sweet word from him, and I

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

a scene. The only thing left between us now is a

ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between

what

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

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

When you two are alone, you’re just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new

“Shut up!”

away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or

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

cherished Margaret so much, yet seemed to forget

his voice low and restrained, “Easy,

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

rushed out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s bleeding again, insisting on

turned icy, as a bitter laugh escaped me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away

concerned about my pain, his grip on

stunned by his choice,

before we even left the hospital, a landline number flashing on

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

call, but his expression softened

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

hand, “Wait here for a few

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