When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 250

As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a firm grip on my collar from behind. A menacing voice hissed, “You little tramp! Thought you could fool me, huh? Damn, I’ll show you!”

“Please, no!” But no matter how much i struggled, my strength had already been sapped at that moment, leaving me no choice but to be dragged toward the bed.

“Does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a couple fighting.” Suddenly, the cultured voice of a middle–aged man echoed through the hallway outside

“Oh, come on, Dad. They’re just a couple who checked into a hotel. A little spat is normal. Let’s keep moving. I already told the restaurant to start preparing our meal.”

The man holding me turned livid, finally realizing I had left the door ajar. He threw me to the ground, reaching to shut the door, but someone pushed it open from the outside!

A pair of polished men’s shoes came into view, followed by the sight of neatly pressed pants encasing long legs.

Thinking it was the middle–aged man who had spoken earlier, I threw myself toward him, pleading, “Please, save me. I didn’t come here with anyone. I don’t even know this man!”

“Jane?” A familiar, soothing voice sounded above me!

Lifting my

with Bryant’s gloomy gaze and felt relief, though my vision blurred with tears. The next

humiliated, I stumbled back, blinking back the tears as I used the

arm. “My God, you just got divorced, and you’re already in a hotel room with

man?”

to enlighten the

the buzz–cut man glared at me as if I had deceived him, hurling accusations, “So you’re freshly

hands trembled with the urge to retaliate, but I heard Bryant, his voice cold as ice, instructing Kevin. “Take him away.

the truth!”

me and effortlessly lifted me into his arms, tuming to Richard. “Mr. Myers, I’m afraid dinner will have

first. Richard nodded, his gaze lingering on me with

Susan’s sleeve, on the verge of tears.

are you sure about this? Today’s dinner is crucial for the partnership between

icy as he looked back at Susan. “I’m

it through. Without the Myers

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I’ll handle it” With a brisk, determined stride, Bryant carried me away, leaving a trail of tense stares behind

me down until

examined my disheveled clothes, barely containing his