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 It’s so outdated,” Edith said with disdain.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

to let her

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never learns her

picture against the backdrop of dusk, leaning on a balcony railing, lost in thought as she

afterglow, there was an indescribable loneliness

her.

it tugged

moment, he tapped to

what scared him even more was the thought that

She hadn’t posted anything on

suddenly snatched his phone away, “Stop obsessing, you’ve almost burned her picture into your retinas in just two

“My eyesight has only just recovered, and you’re

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

Gregory almost laughed in

herself to him,

air?

He wasn’t that desperate.

Just ‘casual friends.‘

Right, ‘casual friends.‘

shower, the summer storm hit, pelting the

wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in

other.

“You okay?”

me a

passing her the corkscrew, “I’m