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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of cold air made me

“Ding–dong-”

door, I rang the

Gregory in a wheelchair,

Ferguson, visiting a man late at night might

was taken aback. “Didn’t you text

as if I’d told a joke, his smile cold and sarcastic. “Do you

“Then, must be some

said,

“Don’t worry.”

“Even if I’m dying of pain, I wouldn’t need

I mean, you should just rub it yourself. I’ll

turned to leave, his expression turned colder, and he

close the door.

drenched, he reluctantly said, “Come in and change, or else Mr. Ferguson might come after

“It’s okay…”

you used to having me plead and pamper you, huh? Can’t understand plain talk?” His voice was

clenched my hands but said nothing, stepping

on the

curtly, then wheeled himself to the living

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

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had that one

me from a distance, his face stoic. “You can find clothes in Edith’s

has clean towels,” he

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

a dark green maxi dress

I found him working in his

hesitated before speaking. “Please tell Edith

just

leaving then.

“Hmm.”