When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 292

We were adults and had cleared the art between us days ago. It was evident what Mark’s kindness and attention meant. I was at a loss. for how to respond. I had said everything I needed to say that day. Constantly turning him down would only make things awkward, and we might end up not even being friends.

Mark hesitated, “Jane, am I making you feel pressured?”

Ifiddled with my fork, about to speak, when he continued thoughtfully, “Like I said, you don’t need to respond to anything. Just think of it as something friends do for each other”

“When you’re ready to start a new relationship, we can take it slow,” he added.

My heart warmed at his words. I might have fallen deeply for him if I hadn’t gone through that disastrous marriage with Bryant and if I were still at the age of acting on impulse. But I was afraid. The cost of getting my heart involved was too much for me to bear

let go of my fork. “What if that day never

Mark anymore, not when we had come this far. Seeing his stunned expression, I put down my fork. “If

Mark replied with a forced smile, the soft light casting a glow over his

perfect as they seemed online” He looked at me squarely, a hint of self–mockery in his voice. “Does that make me despicable? Hoping for your

barely escaping my lips. “But divorce doesn’t mean I’m ready to

bit when I mentioned “a good friend.” But I didn’t want to

set a timeline? Like six months, a year,

hesitated. “Let’s say six

agreed that love didn’t necessarily grow over time. Sometimes, it was just there, or it was not. If it

agreed happily, “Let’s eat before

Gregory’s place, suddenly asking, “Jane, are you close with Mr. Ford?” “We’re friends.” I replied honestly, “Not close,