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 It’s so outdated,” Edith said with disdain.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

thickened over time. No matter what

let her off

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Chapter 411

she never

leaning on a balcony railing, lost in thought

afterglow, there was an indescribable loneliness

her.

it tugged

he tapped to view her

of her being too happy. But what scared him even more was the thought that

nothing. She hadn’t posted anything

phone away, “Stop obsessing, you’ve almost burned her picture

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

remembered something, “She probably mistook me for your girlfriend. You better clear that up

laughed in frustration. “In your

bother to explain herself to him,

air?

He wasn’t that desperate.

Just ‘casual friends.‘

Right, ‘casual friends.‘

storm hit, pelting the

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

other.

“You okay?”

me

her the corkscrew, “I’m