When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 363 Bryant glared at her, his tone heavy with implication, "Don't you feel like a fifth wheel here?" Christine dabbed ointment on my skin, concentrating. "No, I don't think so." "Bryant," I turned to him, "You should leave." "I leave?" Bryant glanced outside, his eyes darkening. “Are you off to be someone's personal blood bank again?" I knew what he meant. Though the Ford family was reasonable, the Myers mother-daughter duo was a whole different story, utterly unhinged. They sawas a thorn in their side, missing no chance to skinalive if they could.

Bryant relaxed, pulling a chair to sit by the bed, his long legs crossed. "Want swater?" "Sitting there with your legs crossed like that, who'd dare ask for water?" Still harboring resentments from past events, Christine seized the moment to vent.

Bryant chuckled. "Well, there's always you, isn't there?" "No wonder you're divorced." Christine smiled, handinga glass of water After the IV, it wasn't too late. The itching had subsided. When leaving the hospital, I intended to part ways with Bryant and catch a cab back to the hotel.

But he grabbedassertively. 'Till take you back" "No need for..." Before I could finish, Bryant took off his coat and draped it over me, then scoopedup over his shoulder with my head down toward the ground. "You're running a fever. And the night air will make it worse." Christine watched, dumbfounded, whispering to York, "What kind of billionaire romance is Mr. Ferguson acting out?" Bryant shovedinto the car.

Christine took the passenger seat naturally, and York drove I was getting annoyed, thinking people just don't change. Especially him-once that fake calmness wore off, his usual arrogance and need to control everything started showing up again. Maybe I'd never seen his true face, even to this day The next day, Christine was busy on the phone with a notebook, calling and jotting down notes. Last night's clients from the high society were all for custom orders. We had to schedule fittings and inquire about preferences and styles. Even though they cfor the sake of the Ford and the Myers families, we had to uphold our reputation.

I poured swater to take my medicine when the doorbell rang.

It was Molly. "Hey, I heard about your severe allergy last night. How are you now?" "I'm okay." I opened the door wider, about to let her in, when I paused, surprised, "Mark, what brings you here?" And you're asking me?" Mark feigned annoyance, "You had such a severe allergy and didn't even tell me. How are you feeling now?" "Much better." I smiled, letting them in.

It was an executive suite with a living room outside the bedroom.

"What caused the allergy?" Molly asked with concern.

I knew what I was allergic to, so I didn't discuss it with the doctor at the hospital and just mentioned it was accidental ingestion of something I was previously allergic to.

I touched the nearly subsided rash. "Food allergy. I must've accidentally eaten something with peanuts in it." "Peanuts? You're allergic to peanuts?" Molly's eyes widened as if she'd stumbled upon a significant revelation.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I nodded. "Yeah, what's up?" Molly shook her head. "Nothing." "Haven't taken your medicine yet?" Mark noticed the medicine I hadn't yet taken on the table, urginggently, "Take your medicine first." "Okay." Just as I swallowed the pills and was about to drink swater, Mark suddenly demanded, "Who are you messaging?" "My brother, just updating him about Jane's situation." Not thinking much of it, Molly kept typing on her phone, "He and my dad had a huge fight last night. Now he's at home, grounded by my grandfather." "You told your brother Jane had a peanut allergy?" "Yeah." Molly looked puzzled, "Is that not okay to say?" Chapter 363 Bryant glared at her, his tone heavy with implication, "Don't you feel like a fifth wheel here?" Christine dabbed ointment on my skin, concentrating. “No, I don't think so." "Bryant," I turned to him, "You should leave." "I leave?" Bryant glanced outside, his eyes darkening. “Are you off to be someone's personal blood bank again?" I knew what he meant. Though the Ford family was reasonable, the Myers mother-daughter duo was a whole different story, utterly unhinged. They sawas a thorn in their side, missing no chance to skinalive if they could.

Bryant relaxed, pulling a chair to sit by the bed, his long legs crossed. "Want swater?" "Sitting there with your legs crossed like that, who'd dare ask for water?" Still harboring resentments from past events, Christine seized the moment to vent.

Bryant chuckled. "Well, there's always you, isn't there?" "No wonder you're divorced." Christine smiled, handinga glass of water After the IV, it wasn't too late. The itching had subsided. When leaving the hospital, I intended to part ways with Bryant and catch a cab back to the hotel.

But he grabbedassertively. 'Till take you back" "No need for..." Before I could finish, Bryant took off his coat and draped it over me, then scoopedup over his shoulder with my head down toward the ground. "You're running a fever. And the night air will make it worse." Christine watched, dumbfounded, whispering to York, "What kind of billionaire romance is Mr. Ferguson acting out?" Bryant shovedinto the car.

Christine took the passenger seat naturally, and York drove

I was getting annoyed, thinking people just don't change. Especially him-once that fake calmness wore off, his usual arrogance and need to control everything started showing up again. Maybe I'd never seen his true face, even to this day

The next day, Christine was busy on the phone with a notebook, calling and jotting down notes. Last night's clients from the high society were all for custom orders. We had to schedule fittings and inquire about preferences and styles. Even though they cfor the sake of the Ford and the Myers families, we had to uphold our reputation. I poured swater to take my medicine when the doorbell rang.

It was Molly. "Hey, I heard about your severe allergy last night. How are you now?" "I'm okay." I opened the door wider, about to let her in, when I paused, surprised, "Mark, what brings you here?" And you're asking me?" Mark feigned annoyance, "You had such a severe allergy and didn't even tell me. How are you feeling now?" "Much better." I smiled, letting them in.

It was an executive suite with a living room outside the bedroom.

"What caused the allergy?" Molly asked with concern.

I knew what I was allergic to, so I didn't discuss it with the doctor at the hospital and just mentioned it was accidental ingestion of something I was previously allergic to.

I touched the nearly subsided rash. "Food allergy. I must've accidentally eaten something with peanuts in it.” "Peanuts? You're allergic to peanuts?" Molly's eyes widened as if she'd stumbled upon a significant revelation.

I nodded. "Yeah, what's up?" Molly shook her head. "Nothing." "Haven't taken your medicine yet?" Mark noticed the medicine I hadn't yet taken on the table, urginggently, "Take your medicine first." "Okay." Just as I swallowed the pills and was about to drink swater, Mark suddenly demanded, "Who are you messaging?"

"My brother, just updating him about Jane's situation." Not thinking much of it, Molly kept typing on her phone, "He and my dad had a huge fight last night. Now he's at home, grounded by my grandfather." "You told your brother Jane had a peanut allergy?" "Yeah." Molly looked puzzled, "Is that not okay to say?"