When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 411

I grabbed Christine’s arm and made a beeline for the exit. He already had a girlfriend; there wasn’t much need for an explanation.

It wasn’t until we had completely vanished around the corner that Gregory finally averted his gaze, looking at Edith with an indifferent expression.

“What’s your angle?”

“My angle?”

Edith gestured towards her phone with her lips, “Just trying to snag your ‘casual friend’s‘ contact for you. How do you plan on thanking me?”

Gregory replied coolly, “No need.”

Edith smirked, “Then why did you stop her? All this playing hard to get, who taught you that? It’s so outdated,” Edith said with disdain.

Gregory was unfazed, “Edith, has anyone ever told you that you look pretty decent when you’re not talking?”

She wasn’t pleased with that, “Like a dog could ever speak of ivory. No wonder you’ve been single for two decades.”

“Get lost.”

Gregory licked his back teeth, swearing with a smile.

[I accepted your friend request]

Suddenly, a new message popped up on his phone. He glanced down and waited, but no further messages came.

That was her style.

Always leaving without a word, cutting ties without a second thought, without

any remorse.

nostalgia of their shared past that thickened over time. No matter

he didn’t want to let her

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she never

leaning on

the twilight’s afterglow, there was an indescribable loneliness

her.

reason, it tugged

moment, he tapped

afraid, afraid of seeing her flaunting a new relationship, of her being too happy. But what scared him even

there was nothing. She hadn’t posted anything on her

snatched his phone away, “Stop obsessing, you’ve almost

annoyed, “My eyesight has only just recovered, and you’re worried I’m ruining it

something, “She probably mistook me for your girlfriend. You better clear that up soon, or you’ll push her

Gregory almost laughed in frustration.

bother to explain herself to him, yet he was expected to clear

air?

He wasn’t that desperate.

Just ‘casual friends.‘

Right, ‘casual friends.‘

hit, pelting the

in one hand and

other.

“You okay?”

me

her the