When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 118

I squinted for a clearer view. One photo captured Mark and me at a concert caught from the side. Another showed us leaving, his arm seemingly resting on my shoulder from

behind.

Seeing the second picture, I got why I didn’t get jostled by the crowd again after nearly being knocked over that day. Mark had been guarding me from behind all along.

I found it funny and annoying. “This guy’s got quite the imagination and logical reasoning skills.

“Mark’s so attentive to you. No wonder people get the wrong idea,” Christine said, “I think he’s more reliable than Bryant.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I sipped my lemonade. “Mark’s got someone he likes, and he’s been into her for years.”

Christine wondered, “Who is it? How come we’ve never seen her?”

“I don’t know. Probably when Mark finally wins her over, he’ll bring her around.” I kept silent about Mark’s crush on some married girl. It was his private matter and somewhat immoral. It was better kept to as few people as possible.

Christine pouted. “And here I was thinking you two were perfect for each other. Turns out was the only one excited about it.”

“Come on. I’m still married. If you want to play a matchmaker, at least wait till I’m divorced,” I chuckled.

“Okay.” Christine buried her head in her meal, and after we finished eating, she dragged out for a walk to help digest our food.

While on the escalator, we noticed a crowd gathered around a store.

Ever curious, Christine pulled me over, casually asking a bystander, “Hey handsome, what’s everyone looking at?”

Momentarily dazzled by Christine’s looks, the guy eagerly responded, “There’s this customer, seeming like she’s pregnant, insisting on getting a bag reserved by someone Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

else.”

“Really? That’s bizarre.” After thanking him, Christine peeked into the store, and soon, a familiar voice reached us. “You don’t know who I am. Fine, but don’t you hear about the Ferguson family? Tell me who reserved this bag, and I’ll contact them.”

The woman’s voice was clear, her tone gentle yet laced with an assertive sense of superiority.

“Not her again,” Christine muttered, visibly annoyed. “Let’s

1. Nothing good happens

when she’s around.”

“Yeah.” I had no desire to get involved with Margaret again.

As we turned to leave, Margaret happened to look in our direction. “Jane?”

She abandoned the bag instantly and ran toward us, grabbing my arm. “Why are you running? What did you tell Bry? He’s not answering my calls now.”

I massaged my temples, tiredly replying, “We’ve talked a lot. Which part are you referring

to?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Margaret was being unreasonable. “If you’re not guilty, why run?”

Christine rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, we just don’t want to see you.”

ding tone.

“Now, call Bry for me. I need to speak to him,” Margaret demanded in a commanding

I was baffled. “Contact Bryant yourself if you want to talk to him.”

I

As I tried to break free from her grip, Margaret suddenly acted as if possessed, dragging me toward the road outside with all her might. Call him now, or we might end it all together!”