When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 342

This was the first time I’d ever seen Gregory wear such an expression.

It wasn’t exactly nervousness, excitement, or panic…But it was definitely a far cry from his usual defiant swagger.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but see shades of Bryant in him.

Suddenly, I became even more composed, almost cold–hearted, as I pushed down the surge of emotions that threatened to break free and turned around sharply.

“Go on,” I said calmly.

Gregory hadn’t hung up yet. He took a long stride toward me, wrapped me up in one arm, and held me tight, stopping me from breaking free despite my efforts.

He murmured a few words into the phone, “Careful not to get hoodwinked. I’ll be there once I’ve smoothed things over.”

Then, he ended the call and tossed his phone into his pocket. His hand cupped my cheek, squeezing it till my face was distorted, yet he spoke with a hint of resentment, “Why are you running? Did you even hear what I said earlier?”

“Let go of me.”

“…Pfft.”

comical, as he let out a snort of laughter and refused to let go, even giving my cheek an extra squeeze, “Answer me first.

slapped his hand away, forcing him to release me. I pursed my lips slightly, hiding my bitterness. “Gregory… Mr. Ford, I’m not like you.

“Games?”

clicking against his teeth in annoyance. “Do you really think I’m playing games with

“Aren’t you?”

and I shivered, wrapping my coat tighter around me. “Like you said, if there’s no news from Lilliana in the next few days, you’d stop waiting. But didn’t you just get a message? Yet, here you are

the

Ramona and Molly had both tried to convince me otherwise, and I almost bought into it. But in this moment of clarity, I looked at Gregory,

at his beck and

even wider than

eyes were disturbingly sober. He smirked, his tone as dismissive as

“I don’t know.”

jacket tighter and kicked a pebble, my voice soft. “All I know is,

I was

was silent for a moment, then chuckled dismissively, “What if I told you I actually

paused, looking up in

“Don’t ‘huh‘ me.”

forehead and handed me the box of late–night snacks, “I

don’t need

too