When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 459

I was lying in the hospital bed, nodding slowly. “Yes, Gregory.”

Initially, as I was searching for Gregory, I had slowly come to terms with the possibility that he might have died, this terrible piece of news.

But then, as I lay there on the hospital bed, clarity struck me. He couldn’t be dead.

That day, our chance encounter on the street must have been a divine sign.

After that, my health improved rapidly, as if someone on their deathbed had suddenly found a reason to heal.

Now, Gregory was far from his usual carefree self, his expression grave. “You can’t keep doing this, Jane,” he said sternly.

“Then take care of yourself,” I shot back.

His stern look didn’t scare me one bit. “Gregory, if you dare get yourself hurt, I dare to die just to show you.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes, I’m threatening you. Are you scared?”

“Scared.” He was at a loss with me, his eyes filled with fear and affection. “I’m not scared of anything, except for something happening to you.”

“Then promise me, promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

I was scared too.

I feared that facing Palmer again would bring back the horrors of the past.

easy to dodge an open attack, but a stab in the back is

my forehead, planting a kiss. “Alright, I

“Pinky promise.”

child, I extended my little finger. “You promise me, and I promise you. Gregory, for each other, let’s both

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with mine, giving it a gentle shake. “Jane, from now on, no one can take my

would I want

felt uneasy with such talk. “I just

him in France, I knew it was most likely a case of mistaken identity, or just my imagination, but I couldn’t

where were you last

into you. Imagine, if we had

have not tried to

subtext of his

My heart trembled slightly.

person I saw

been mistaken. It wasn’t

but he saved

day, you were on the Champs–Élysées in

“Right.”

suddenly erratic. “Your suicide attempt, was

“No.”

off his wild assumptions with a definitive answer, grabbing his hand. “Gregory, were you sent by God to save me? It’s since then that I’ve felt hopeful, and in a few months,

skeptical, guilt still evident

makes me a

at him sincerely. “If you don’t