When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 314

I instinctively took a step back. “Gregory…” I murmured.

He glanced at me, his emotions brewing under the surface, and muttered tersely. “Get out”

Then, he knelt to pick up the shattered pieces with his bare hands carefully and deliberately.

Feeling sorry, I quickly knelt to help him. “I’m sorry. I…,”

Without lifting his head, he repeated coldly, “I told you to get out.”

*Jane, let’s just go.” Molly took my hand, and we left, softly closing the door behind us. Once outside, she explained, “That piggy bank was his treasure. He took it everywhere and never let anyone touch it.”

“He…” I felt a pang of guilt, wanting to make it right. “Do you know where I can buy another one? I’ll replace it.”

“You can’t.” Molly shook her head. “It was a birthday gift from Lilliana. She pleaded with Ramona to bring in a potter to specifically create it for him. She said the rabbit represented herself, wanting to always be with him.”

I fell silent, understanding Gregory’s attachment. “No wonder he cherished it so much.”

but my family and my brother adored Lilliana. They probably would have been

voice, adding a hint of mystery, “Jane, do

Curious, I asked, “When?”

was surprised to hear someone still

before she leaned in closer. “I once caught him, eyes all red, sniffling as he dropped a coin inside! When I asked him about it, he denied it. But that’s just like him. I’ve never seen him cry over anything, even when he was all bruised up. So, I guess he must save a

my hand. “Do you have a photo

hardly imagine how Gregory had coped all these years. After breaking something that meant too much to him, I had to

“Yeah, I

asked eagerly, “Could you send it

brother’s social media. He

I nodded. “Okay.”

as I finished speaking, Gregory came out, unfazed, though his eyes betrayed a faint, fractured

noticing me still there, his eyelashes fluttered momentarily before his gaze returned to its

lip. “Yeah…

fridge, twisted the cap off, and took a swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. Finally, with his inherently cold demeanor, he quipped, “So, you know

I was at fault, I let Gregory have his moment. “Yes, it’s my fault. Mr. Ford, can you

noncommittally. “Depends on

“Okay then, I’ll let you get