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.”

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

my dry lips.

childish?”

generally a great guy. Just too sharp–tongued. 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 the

tongue, “Jane, you won’t even give me an

looking at him. “Is

“Yes.”

“You looked into me?”

Chapter 450

“Yes.”

“What did you find?”

“What do you think?”

his counter–question, I fell silent. For the last two years, between searching for him, learning from Dave, and battling depression, I can

even colder, and I immediately understood what he was upset about. Somehow gathering my courage, I stepped forward,

him.

to hold back any longer, he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me slightly, responding with a stormy kiss. Bit by bit, kissing me until I

lost my strength, wrapping my arms around his neck, stepping back, my eyes glistening with tears, my voice soft yet firm, “Me and Mark, we’ve never kissed like

against his forehead, “I can explain. During those two years abroad, I lived in a house that was Mark’s; 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 checked in on me, we never stayed under

what he must have been upset about. I wasn’t sure at first, but seeing his reaction to

pulled me close again, still deliberately stern, “What else,

aback, “What else did

I have found

know the extent of his network, but since he found