When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 117

I was momentarily stunned. I had almost forgotten about that.

With Timothy gone, as the new head of the Ferguson family, Bryant was naturally moving.

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I pulled away from him, relenting, “Fine, forget it.”

Later in the evening, the housekeeper had dinner ready, and Gary came to call us down. The vast Ferguson Mansion seemed to continue its orderly pace. Yet, everyone looked heavy.

After dinner, I returned to my room to freshen up and fell into a deep sleep.

I had hardly slept for two days, wanting to sleep but unable to. Now that everything was settling down, I slept soundly, not waking until the following morning.

Bryant was already gone. The company was swamped these days, with rival firms looking to kick us while we were down.

Arriving at the office, I received many curious glances. Even though Bryant had promised to stop seeing Margaret, the office didn’t know, and they were all still caught up in the drama of Margaret becoming the CEO’s secretary. Their looks made me feel like the other

woman.

But I stood tall, knowing I had done nothing wrong, and threw myself into work upon returning to my office. The design drafts flowed much more smoothly with inspiration, showing promise by the end of the day.

In the evening, Christine invited me out for dinner and wanting to clear my head, I accepted immediately.

Leaving the office, I saw Linda still at her desk. I smiled. “Still not

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off guard while on her phone, She jumped, flipping it face down on the desk Caught o quickly, flustered, “Jane, I… I’m leaving soon.”

“Okay, I’m heading out then.” I locked my office door out of habit and left.

Christine was waiting for me at an Italian restaurant in the mall, waving me over as I entered.

She looked me up and down. “You’ve lost weight in just two days.”

“You’re overhyping it.” I laughed it off and reached out my hand, “Show me.that gossip group chat about the office.”

Christine asked, “Why?”

“Just want to see what they’re saying about me.”

“It’s gone.” Christine prepared to order.

I was puzzled, “Why?”

“I disbanded it,” answered Christine.

I was baffled. “You were the admin?”

No wonder Christine seemed so guilty when I told her not to get involved in trashing Margaret. She wasn’t just involved, she was leading the whole thing.

Christine touched her nose, saying, “Yeah, but you can’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” I poured some lemonade. “Bryant’s got too much to worry about. And he promised me he’d stop seeing Margaret.”

Her interest piqued, and she incredulously asked, “For real? You’re not getting a divorce?”

“It’s true, but who knows if it’ll last.” I felt almost indifferent, cradling the lemonade. “If we can make it work, maybe we won’t divorce.”

Christine was shocked. “Are you sure?”

I said firmly, “Yeah.”

That way, Timothy could rest more peacefully. As for anything deeper, I couldn’t care less, taking one step at a time.

Seeing my resolve, Christine dropped the subject.

After ordering, Christine casually checked her phone and suddenly looked up, giving me a knowing wink. “Were you at the concert with Mark that day?”

“How did you know?” I was surprised.

She showed me her phone. “Someone posted it on the company forum. With all the drama about Margaret, everyone’s been criticizing you. Then someone posted several photos in your defense, saying you have a handsome boyfriend, clearly not the type to interfere in someone else’s marriage.” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.