When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 619

The line went dead silent.

I felt more certain of my suspicions and sniffled, “You keeping secrets from me, it’s got me worried.”

Gregory felt a headache coming on.

Telling her would cause worry.

Not telling her would cause even more worry.

Thinking this, his cold gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed on Lucius who had been clumsily tending to his wounds just moments ago.

Lucius felt wronged but bore it silently.

After dressing the wound, he quietly stepped back.

Gregory glanced at the wound on his abdomen, pinched the bridge of his nose, and finally spoke, “The negotiation didn’t go smoothly, but you don’t have to worry, I’m fine.”

…

I had been waiting for him to speak, and during that agonizing minute-long wait, I was sure something had happened to him.

And here I was, unable to fly over and see him.

That would only distract and worry him more.

“Why don’t you just tell me the truth? How can I not worry?”

Gregory let out a soft chuckle, “You don’t have to make up excuses to want me back.”

“I promise, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

Lucius looked like he wanted to say something.

A gunshot wound, flying could tear it open.

And upon returning, wouldn’t Jane demand a thorough check? How could he possibly hide it?

Better to find an excuse to stay and heal before going back.

can’t wipe your tears from this

worry about you too, give

said,

day after tomorrow, and then

“I…”

a meeting to attend. Wait

Lucius quickly added, “Gregory, we’re abroad, it’s not good to keep

back

pry anything more out of

“Okay, go on.”

to sleep,

“Good night.”

heart felt stuffed

wasn’t sleepy now. I got up and walked to

weather was nice tonight, the moonlight clear and

moon was full, signifying the harvest festival was just

a time

I just hoped…

He would return safely.

the temperature in the hotel room drop several degrees after

saw a fleeting murderous intent in Gregory’s

it, who sent you

on the floor

scoffed coldly

in

kept their heads down, still

handed to

in a bad mood today, but

a job, didn’t know Gregory well and thought he was asking for a

of words, “shutting the door to beat the dog,” had seemed apt at the time. “Creating an explosion back home to send my assistant away, attacking me alone in my hotel

gentleman into

this urn, I’m beating the

grasp Gregory’s

for Lucius to pull one of the intruders

in front of him, lifting his

a lot, I’m

…

the other end of the camera