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.

enough to end his life over it. He hadn’t taken his medication and passed out from

take him to the hospital to get him on an IV, after which he posted a

and even paler lips on

she changed clothes and took a

she arrived at Dailey’s room, only to hear a soft,

through the slightly ajar door, she saw Dailey’s first love

the porridge she brought into

home, she collapsed on the

She felt cheap.

while she was angry, part of her wondered if it meant he

asking her to buy medication.

But then…

What a hypocrite.

Damn playboy.

…

for three days straight,

Dew season, it

my child’s

had planned the party in

was perfect

“Auntie!”

running

her. But with schoot and extracurricular classes, he’s been quite busy. It had been

towards the back.