When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 678

Clarence slid into the seat next to Christine with a casual flair, signaling the bartender for another round. “Honestly, chatting with him is a drag. Sharing a drink with a beautiful lady like you is way more interesting.” Christine, however, wished she was alone, specifically without Clarence for company.

How utterly boring.

Clarence, oblivious to her disinterest, even went as far as to share a moment in their group chat.

“Running into each other two days in a row, if that’s not fate, what is?” he typed, adding a photo of Christine sipping her drink.

Gregory was too busy to glance at his phone at that moment.

But Dailey took a quick look.

Recognizing the background in Christine’s photo, he stood up, made his way towards the door but then, with a heavy heart, turned back around. Christine had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Why chase after rejection? Feeling uncomfortable with her drink, Christine found an excuse to slip away.

Once home, sleep eluded her, so she opened another bottle of wine.

Browsing through social media out of sheer boredom, she stumbled upon Clarence’s recent post.

“Cephalosporin with alcohol, straight to heaven. Big thanks to the bro for the eye-opener.”

Anyone familiar with their circle could tell he was referring to Dailey.

At that moment, Christine wondered if the medication she had someone run to get included cephalosporin. She hoped not to be blamed for any mishaps! Little did she know, Clarence’s post was just a jest.

end his life over it. He hadn’t

get him on an IV, after which he posted a photo with

even paler lips on the hospital

clothes and took a cab to the

Dailey’s room, only to hear a soft,

ajar door, she saw

scoffed at herself and threw the porridge she brought

collapsed on

She felt cheap.

part of

had called her when he was sick, asking her to

But then…

What a hypocrite.

Damn playboy.

…

Town had been drenched in rain for three days straight, finally bringing an end to the scorching

Dew season, it had cooled

birthday and my child’s hundred-day celebration

planned the party in a grassy outdoor

the weather was perfect that

“Auntie!”

came running

But with schoot and extracurricular classes, he’s

towards the back. “Go