When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 63

Ever since I found out I was pregnant, my sleep had never been worse.

I kept telling myself he was just my ex-husband, but feelings, as it turned out, aren’t something

can control.

The next morning, with dark circles under my eyes, I was about to leave for work when Bryant stopped me in the foyer.

He was decked out in a fitted iron-grey suit that added to his unapproachable vibe but also made him more eye-catching because of his good looks and build.

He handed me a thermal bag without waiting for my response, his voice cool, “Take breakfast with you.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t refuse and took it gracefully. It saved me the trouble of buying breakfast, and considering he’s the father of the child I’m carrying, eating a breakfast he provided didn’t seem too much.

Seeing my reaction, a barely noticeable smile touched the corners of his mouth. “I’m heading to the office too. Let’s go together.”

“Maybe not. It’s better to avoid any awkwardness, in case your darling decides to confront

me.”

“She won’t.”

“So, you admit she’s your darling now?” My tone was unavoidably sarcastic. After saying that, I walked out the door and entered the elevator.

In the underground parking lot, the familiar black Maybach was parked right beside my

car.

I forced myself to ignore it, got into my own car, and was about to start it when Kevin, all smiles, knocked on my window.

He had always been nice to me, and it wasn’t fair to take out my frustration with Bryant on

him.

So I rolled down the window. “Kevin, what’s up?”

“Mrs. Ferguson, good morning.”

Kevin’s face was the picture of eagerness, quickly replaced by an embarrassed but polite smile. “Uh, I think I ran over a nail earlier, and my tire’s flat. Could I possibly catch a ride with you? You know how hard it is to get a cab during the morning rush…”

I chuckled, “Hop in.”

“I’ll drive. Didn’t you hurt your foot the other night? You should rest.”

“Alright then.”

I smoothly got out and let him take the driver’s seat, settling myself in the back.

As I buckled up, it struck me. “How did you know I hurt my foot the other night?”

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Kevin stopped mid-sentence as he saw Bryant, stone-faced, coming out of the building, nearly choking on his own saliva, coughing repeatedly.

Then, he turned to me with pitiful eyes, “I forgot to mention, Mr. Ferguson will be joining us in your car.”

“…Okay.” I hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Before Kevin could say anything to Bryant, the latter had already smoothly opened the back door of the car and got in.

“What you said back at the house was incorrect.”

“What?”

He leaned in as he got into the car, his posture relaxed, “The last word.”

I frowned, trying to remember what I had said, until the car moved out of the parking lot, and it suddenly came back to me.

My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced at him, “What about it?”

Asking the question made my heart race even faster, filled with anticipation.

“I never admitted to that.” His voice was deep and succinct.

I couldn’t tell if I should be relieved or disappointed, and I let my gaze fall. “Okay.”

The conversation ended there. His interference made it awkward to ask Kevin what I

wanted to.

We used to arrive at the office together, and he would always have Kevin stop the car in a discreet spot so I could get out first, to keep people from knowing I was his wife.

Today, I was all set to get off as usual, but the car went straight on, showing no signs of stopping.

Puzzled, I looked at Bryant, only to find his deep gaze fixed on me.

Before I could speak, he asked in a low, clear voice, “Why are you looking at me?”