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,

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

to shatter that belief, “Bryant, I’m not causing a scene. The only thing left between us now

face turned to ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and

And what is it then? Just a simple

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and cuddling up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after her

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

alone, you’re just playing

“Shut up!”

pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring

covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him,

seemed to forget

his voice low

none of your concern.” Bryant glared at him, his words laced

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 with

concerned about my pain, his grip on me

by his choice, it seemed unlike

we

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

a business call, but his expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop crying. I’m

he stopped and turned to me, I couldn’t hide the mockery

released my hand, “Wait here for

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