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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the blast of cold air made

“Ding–dong-”

door, I rang

revealing Gregory in a wheelchair, dressed in a black

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

aback.

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

looked down. “Then, must be some

brief hesitation, I said, “If

“Don’t worry.”

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

should just rub it yourself. I’ll

to leave, his expression turned colder,

close the door.

and change, or else Mr. Ferguson

“It’s okay…”

you, huh? Can’t understand

but said nothing, stepping in

slippers are on the top

then wheeled himself to the

slippers in the shoe cabinet, exactly where I left them two years ago

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only had that

watched me from a distance, his face stoic. “You can find clothes in

bathroom has clean towels,” he

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

a dark green maxi

I found him working in his

before speaking. “Please tell Edith I’ll wash and

didn’t look up, just uttered

leaving then. Sorry for the

“Hmm.”