When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 201

I froze, finding Bryant both pitiful and detestable. I couldn’t tell if his emotions were genuine or just for show. And I didn’t want to bother figuring it out. After all, it wouldn’t be long before Bryant and I had nothing to do with each other. I sniffled, forcibly waking Bryant up. “Take your medicine before you go back to sleep.” Knowing it was me, he didn’t resist when I brought the medicine to his lips. Instead, he cooperated and obediently fell back asleep. His fever was scorching, not something that would subside soon. I asked Gary for some burn ointment and applied it to the burns on the inside of Bryant’s wrist. I didn’t return to my room until his fever started going down. Thanks to Bryant’s generally good health and youth, Gary came the following morning to report that Bryant’s fever had broken. However, by the afternoon, a servant delivered several couture dresses. “Mr. Bryant wants you to accompany him to a gala tonight.” “A gala?” I was perplexed. …

In our three years of marriage, since it was kept a secret, he had never taken me to any events outside of Ferguson family gatherings, always attending alone. Gary nodded. “Yes, it’s Gladys Larson’s 80th birthday celebration.” It was as if I suddenly understood his intention of presenting me as a married woman in front of the Larson family, cutting off any thoughts I might have of marrying Mark. How ridiculous. Bryant seemed more reasonable when he was sick. I frowned. “Where is Bryant?” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“In the study…” Before Gary could finish, I had stormed off, pushing open the study door. “Bryant, are you out of your mind? I told you, there’s nothing between me and him…” I stopped mid-sentence, my face turning red as if someone had choked me. He was in the middle of a video conference! Even though I was right, facing Bryant’s mocking brown eyes made me lose my steam. How embarrassing. … I could have walked away immediately but was stuck, trying to save face. “No, no, carry on with your meeting.” “Get lost.” Bryant’s voice was cold, and I thought he meant me, but he just hung up the video call and approached me. “So angry about going to the Larson’s gala?