When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 253

He liked it, so naturally, I loved it, too. How could it feel forced?

Bryant’s deep eyes sparkled intensely. Tm pot unwilling, either Come on, eat up

My heart ached for him. “You know your stomach has been acting up.”

“You’ve been putting up with it for three years. Can’t I handle it just this once? You’re underestimating me.” He said earnestly

I lowered my peze. “Fine, if you insist”

After dinner, he offered to do the dishes, leaving me guilt–free to continue my work.

It was different with Mark. If Mark did the dishes, I’d feel a twinge of quilt since we were just friends. But with Bryant, I’d taken care of him for three years. His cooking and doing the dishes didn’t seem too much to ask.

“Got any painkillers?” I was deep into planning the style for our company’s first batch of new products when Bryant, rubbing his stomach, made his way to the couch beside me.

I almost chuckled, getting the pills and placing them before him. “So much for not underestimating you, huh?”

Ferguson Group. Facing resistance at every turn, he’d often skip meals to settle shareholder disputes and manage his team, not to mention the endless social drinking

looked into my

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pursed slightly. “You used to panic seeing

“Back then, love clouded my

I could find, brewing stomach–soothing broths daily. I’d

arm,

into his embrace, his familiar scent overwhelming me. The warmth of his body seared my skin, and my heart skipped a beat. Tension

um, I’m more inclined to ask, shouldn’t you be heading home after

couldn’t go on like

reminded myself inwardly, Jane, don’t

visibly fell, and he fell

fine.” I pointed to the medicine and turned

his voice tightened, “Can I,

saying that, I went

upset stomach wasn’t safe, and if something happened, it’d somehow be my fault. It was too late to

mind. Right, I wasn’t being soft–hearted. It wasn’t because I was soft hearted.