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.

wipe your

worry about me, and I worry about

said, “Then tell me

back the day after tomorrow, and then you can

“I…”

a meeting to attend. Wait

quickly added, “Gregory, we’re abroad, it’s not good to keep Mr. John waiting too

back

of

“Okay, go on.”

sleep, good

“Good night.”

up, my heart felt

wasn’t sleepy now.

was nice tonight, the

the harvest

festival, a

I just hoped…

He would return safely.

temperature in the hotel room

intent in Gregory’s eyes, along with

sent you to kill

the

scoffed coldly and

you say? Oh, in English, it’s called

their heads down, still not

a taser handed to

a bad mood today, but that won’t stop me from teaching you

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

employer’s choice 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 room.” “This isn’t ‘shutting the door to beat the

the gentleman into

in this urn, I’m beating

Gregory’s metaphor,

for Lucius to pull one of

the taser on the camera in front of him, lifting his chin slightly, his demeanor wild

lesson cost you a lot, I’m sure

…

end of the camera was