When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 141

“Jane.”

His gaze was locked on me, his eyes swirling with an emotion I couldn’t quite place, “I regret the papers.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t stand the thought of divorcing you.”

His voice was low, as if shrouded in a mist.

I licked my lips, pointing towards the elevator we were about reach, “I’ll head out first.”

Everything that needed to be said, had been said. Continuing this tug of war was just adding to the annoyance.

“I said, I’d take you…”

‘Bry!”

The elevator doors slid open, and to my surprise, it was Margaret Her face lit up with joy, “I thought you said you were busy this afternoon? Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”

I didn’t look back, stepping past her into the elevator. After pressing the button for my floor, I didn’t even bother to see what expression Bryant was making.

Whether his face showed helplessness, irritation, or indulgence, it didn’t matter to me

anymore.

What I needed to learn now was to let go. Let go of the person I had chased for eight years and still couldn’t keep up with.

On my way home, Mark called.

I answered with a smile, “What’s up, Mark?”

“Did anyone else see your design submission? His tone was serious.

A bad feeling began to grow inside me. Slowing down, I thought carefully, “Just Chris. No one else.”

Besides leaving it at the office overnight, the design had never left my house.

There was a brief silence on the other end before I couldn’t help but ask, “Is something wrong?”

“Let’s meet in person. Should I come to you?”

10:03

“It’s fine, I’m already out. I’ll head over. How about 1 meet you at the coffee shop downstairs?”

He agreed immediately.

About twenty minutes later, I arrived at the Starbucks below the office building. Through the large glass windows, I spotted Mark.

He was dressed in a beige shirt and khaki trousers, looking effortlessly elegant yet unapproachable.

As I approached, the distance between us seemed to vanish. He smiled, handing me a hot drink, “Have something warm.”

“Thanks.”

I’m not picky about what I drink, but after taking a sip, I looked a him in surprise. It was my favorite.

Mark always seemed to understand me well.

Yet, I couldn’t figure out when he had taken the time to know me so well.

After a few sips, I went straight to the point, “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, searching for the right words, “Your design… it’s been plagiarized. But don’t worry too much. It’s your work; nobody can take that away from you.”

“How is that possible?” I sat up straight, in disbelief.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression serious, “The other person submitted their before you. She sent it to us last night.” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

I was stunned, “Can you tell me who it is? Or do we have to wait for the company’s decision?”

This wasn’t an official competition, but it was organized by a major company, and it carried a lot of influence.

If this issue wasn’t handled properly, someone’s reputation in the design world could be ruined.

Mark didn’t beat around the bush, “It’s Margaret.”

“What?”

“This is her design submission, take a look.” He said, handing his phone over to me.