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.”

wasn’t even born then, but my family and my brother adored Lilliana. They probably would have been married if it

“Jane, do

Curious, I asked, “When?”

hear someone still kept the habit of

timidly toward the study to ensure Gregory hadn’t come out 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 coin whenever he misses Lilliana

unconsciously traced the palm of my hand. “Do you have a photo of that

recalling the scattered coins, I could hardly imagine how Gregory had coped all these years. After breaking something that meant too

nodded. “Yeah,

“Could you

said, “Just check my brother’s social media. He posted it

I nodded. “Okay.”

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

his eyelashes fluttered momentarily before his gaze returned to its usual casual indifference.

“Yeah… I wanted

apple bobbing slightly. Finally, with his inherently cold demeanor, he quipped, “So, you know how to apologize,

his moment. “Yes, it’s my fault. Mr. Ford, can

smirked noncommittally. “Depends on

you get back to your