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.

I can’t wipe your tears from this

and I worry about you too, give me a break,

said, “Then

after tomorrow, and then you can

“I…”

have a meeting to attend. Wait for me to return,

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

call you back once I’m done,

of him now, didn’t want

“Okay, go on.”

to sleep,

“Good night.”

up, my heart felt stuffed with cotton,

now. I got up and walked to the

nice tonight, the

signifying the harvest festival was

festival, a time

I just hoped…

He would return safely.

felt the temperature in the hotel room

intent in Gregory’s

who sent you

on the floor remained

scoffed coldly and

room earlier, what did you say? Oh, in English, it’s called ‘shutting the

kneeling kept their heads

picked up a taser handed

mood today,

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

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 dog.’ This

the gentleman

this urn, I’m

grasp Gregory’s metaphor, they were struck hard,

to pull one

camera in front of him,

cost you a lot, I’m sure you’ve understood

…

other end of the camera