When Love Breaks by jack
Chapter 62

Chapter 62

“No, not at all.”

1 scrambled for an excuse, “I was just grabbing something.”

“That something?”

He gestured towards a delivery bag sitting on the dining table.

Feeling the awkwardness of being caught in a lie, I touched my nose, “Didn’t I tell the delivery guy not to ring the bell?”

“He didn’t ring the bell.”

“Then how did you know?”

“He knocked.”

I was speechless, internally cursing the delivery guy’s cleverness.

Walking over, I started to unpack the bag, ready to dig in, when Bryant placed a steaming bowl of seafood chowder in front of me..

“Grandpa said you didn’t eat much tonight, had the leftover seafood sent over.”

“And the chowder…?”

“I made it.”

Sitting across me, Bryant’s face was serious, his voice calm and cool, “I took a shower before I cooked. You’ve been feeling under the weather, try to cut down on the takeout.”

His words stopped me in my tracks, leaving me surprised.

He was telling me that he’d cleaned up, wasn’t “dirty” anymore before he made the chowder, so I wouldn’t replace it disgusting.

I bowed my head, the steam from the chowder blurring my vision, and took several bites before I could compose myself.

“Bryant, you really don’t have to do this.”

It made me hesitant.

I hate indecision the most, don’t want to become someone like that.

Suddenly, a hand reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his cool fingertips. grazing my earlobe.

“Shouldn’t partners look out for each other?” After saying that, he urged, “Eat up.”

For a moment, it felt as if we had returned to our old days.

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He was still that gentle and considerate husband.

Looking up, I met his piercing gaze, “But, I only agreed to a month for Timothy’s sake.” “Just this month, then.”

His gaze was deep and lingering. “In the past, it was always you taking care of me, taking care of Grandpa. This month, let me take good care of you, fulfill my duties as a husband?”

My heart stirred, but I remained silent.

I couldn’t agree, nor could I bear to refuse. Logic didn’t allow it, yet my emotions desperately clung to this scant warmth.

In the heavy yet delicate atmosphere, Bryant seemed to carefully choose his words, his voice hoarse, as if sandpapered.

“From the start, I never believed we reached a point where divorce was the only option, I

never agreed to it.”

I abruptly tightened my grip on the spoon, and when I looked up at him again, I forced myself to appear calm

“We’ve been secretly married for so long, but your first love can openly come and go with you. One phone call and you disappear. What am I then, someone who has to hide in the shadows? You can talk like that because in this marriage, amidst all our differences, you’ve never been on the receiving end of pain.

Despite my best efforts to control it, my voice broke towards the end.

He looked momentarily surprised, then fell silent, “Jane…”

“Let’s not talk anymore.”

I hurriedly finished the rest of the chowder and fled.

Back in my room, my heart wouldn’t settle. Just as I was about to fall asleep, the thou

of him being just beyond the wall stirred my mind again.

Indecisive and tangled.

That pretty much summed up where we stood now.