When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 252

I couldn’t catch every word, but the message he tried to convey was crystal clear. A long–dormant part of my heart nearly succumbed once again. My nails dug into my palms.

The slight pain brought back a sliver of sanity. “Is it dry now?”

Bryant’s fingertips moved meticulously through my hair several times. “Yeah, pretty much done.”

The sound of the hairdryer ceased, leaving the room in silence.

Inodded “Um, thanks.”

Then, unexpectedly, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips brushing my ear as he cautiously and ambiguously ventured. “Did you hear any of what I said?”

For someone as distinguished as him, this might have been the first time he had sincerely apologized to someone. Unlike the casual, thoughtless “sorry” from the past, he did lower his guard this time.

I wanted to give in, but fear held me back, the fear of getting burned again, of repeating past mistakes.

a heavy heart, guided by reason, I responded, “I heard you. But, Bryant, some choices,

him for eight years. But

slowly extinguished the innate

as he swallowed, his voice

hold and turned to look

lingered on me with reluctance. “So, that’s

stare made me uneasy.

was thinking… maybe I could cook dinner as a

With those words, I brushed past him and dove

the documents on my desk. “Selling the house to start your

hiding it. “But it seems tough to sell. The agent mentioned that everyone seemed pleased

I had taken

looking away. “So, why did you return the money

should focus on the Ferguson Group.” I

before turning to cook with groceries he had picked

blessing, he could cook well. Soon, the delicious aroma filled the air. A spread of spicy food