When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 412

Christine leaned in with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “What’s up? Who texted you?”

I turned off my phone screen. “Gregory.”

“Gregory? What does he want now? Wasn’t he snarky enough at the diner last night? Thinks he didn’t get his point across?”

“It’s not that.”

I hesitated before speaking, a bit embarrassed. “He’s got leg pain, probably a leftover issue from that accident last year. I should go check on him.”

Christine glared at me, visibly annoyed. “Just when you promised you wouldn’t choose a guy over your friends, and here you are, proving me wrong.”

I tried to smooth things over by offering a shoulder rub. “Come on, Chris. How could you even say that? I’m just going to check up on him. What do you feel like for late–night snacks? I’ll bring you something on my way back.”

“It’s not about that. Doesn’t he have a girlfriend? What’s your role in this?”

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

I touched my ear. “That’s his cousin.”

“Alright, fine. Go then.”

Christine seemed to let go of her frustration, pushing me out the door with a resigned sigh.

On my way to River Villa, just as I was about to enter the parking lot, the security guard stopped me,

Apparently, there was a new rule that no outside vehicles were allowed in.

I tried calling Gregory, but got no answer.

Left with no choice, I parked my car on the street and borrowed an umbrella from the guard, walking into the complex.

Despite it being summer, the pouring rain had soaked through my high heels, and the hem of my dress clung to my legs.

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blast of cold air made

“Ding–dong-”

at Gregory’s door, I

the door opened, revealing Gregory in a wheelchair, dressed in a black t–shirt and olive

the bright lights, he looked tired, his voice faint. “Mrs. Ferguson, visiting a man late at night might be

aback.

He chuckled as if I’d told a joke, his smile cold and sarcastic. “Do you think it’s two years ago

looked down. “Then, must be some

brief hesitation, I said, “If your leg is

“Don’t worry.”

cut me off with a cold, detached tone. “Even if I’m dying of pain, I wouldn’t need someone

just rub it yourself. I’ll

his expression turned colder, and he made a

close the door.

change, or else Mr. Ferguson might come after

“It’s okay…”

and pamper you, huh? Can’t

but said nothing, stepping in as

on the top

then wheeled himself to the living

exactly where I left them two years ago after a

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only had

me from a distance, his face stoic. “You can

clean towels,”

it,” I replied, remembering the layout from my previous

too hard, just grabbed a dark

wet clothes, I found him working in

before speaking. “Please

look up, just uttered a short,

leaving then. Sorry for the

“Hmm.”