When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 450

I stood frozen in place.

Ike wriggled out of his restraints and rushed back to me like a little cub, clutching my legs as tears streamed down his face. “That’s not true, Uncle, you’re being so unfair!”

Hearing this, Gregory chuckled, his gaze steady on me. “Is that so?”

I guessed he had misunderstood something. The things he said were meant to test me. He was staring at me, waiting for me to provide a contradicting answer. This was probably the last chance he was giving me.

Slowly, I diverted my gaze, crouching down to hug the sobbing Ike, wiping away his tears. “It’s okay, Ike. Uncle was wrong. Can you give your sister a little time? I need to explain something to your uncle, alright?”

The little munchkin blinked his teary long lashes, his voice soft and milky. “Okay…”

“Chris.” I dialed Christine’s number.

She answered with confusion, “What’s up?”

“Can you come up to the fifth floor? Take Ike to the birthday party, will you?”

“Sure.” Christine sensed something was off in my tone and agreed promptly, but she couldn’t help asking with concern, “What’s going on?”

I pressed my lips together, “I’ll explain tonight.”

Ike away, leaving me and Gregory alone, one standing outside, the other inside.

glared at him, licking my dry lips. “Gregory,

childish?”

Never knew how to speak kindly. As a kid, unless I was in tears, it was rare to hear him say anything nice. But as a child, I was

tongue, “Jane, you won’t even give me an explanation before you start lecturing

at him.

“Yes.”

“You looked into me?”

Chapter 450

“Yes.”

“What did you find?”

“What do you think?”

the last two years, between searching for him, learning from Dave, and battling

name. Gregory’s expression turned even colder, and I immediately understood what he was upset about. Somehow gathering my courage, I stepped

him.

intense gaze, I grabbed his shirt collar, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him. The man was momentarily stunned! The next second, unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting

arms around his neck, stepping back, my eyes glistening with tears, my voice soft yet firm,

he did take good care of me, but it was just that, nothing beyond friendship. Even when he occasionally came to France for business and

thinking it over, this was what he must have been upset about. I wasn’t sure at first,

this, Gregory pulled me close again, still deliberately stern, “What else, Jane? Say it all at

“What

I have found

flickered uncertainly. I didn’t know the extent of his network, but since he found out even where I lived was