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 It’s so outdated,” Edith said with disdain.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.

that thickened over time. No matter

he didn’t want to let her off that

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never

saw her picture against the backdrop of dusk, leaning on a balcony railing,

the twilight’s afterglow, there was an

her.

some reason, it tugged

tapped to

flaunting a new relationship, of her being too happy. But what scared him even more was the thought that she might still be struggling, that Bryant was still causing her

was nothing. She hadn’t posted anything on

“Stop obsessing, you’ve almost burned her

back, annoyed, “My eyesight has only just recovered,

me for your girlfriend. You better clear that up soon, or you’ll push her even

Gregory almost laughed in frustration. “In

bother to explain herself to him, yet he was expected

air?

He wasn’t that desperate.

Just ‘casual friends.‘

Right, ‘casual friends.‘

storm hit, pelting the

two wine glasses in one hand

other.

“You okay?”

handed me a

her the corkscrew, “I’m