When Love Breaks by jack novel Chapter 191

I was stunned by his audacity.
Yes, I wouldn’t lie. I had a thing for Bryant once. But what made him think I’d
stand there waiting, always ready to pick him over anyone else?
Trying to twist my wrist free from his grip and failing, I spelled it out, “I don’t
want to. Bryant, let go of me!”
The light cascaded down from above, deepening the shadows around his
eyes while his tone was as frosty as a winter morning. “Good for you. You’ve
come into your own.”
Yet, the next thing I knew was that Bryant had shoved me into the car and
slammed the door shut. Ignoring my attempts to open the door, he had it
locked tight.
Outside, two towering figures stood with an air of imminent conflict, like a
storm about to break.
Fearing a brawl, I had no idea what Bryant said, but with just a few words,
Mark backed down, his posture deflating with a mix of anger and restraint.
Bryant opened the car door and pushed me inside before climbing in himself.
That was when I heard Mark say in a calm and measured tone, “Mr.
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Ferguson, it seems like you’re running out of chips to play.”
With a loud slam, Bryant closed the door, his clenched jaw betraying his fury.
Mark had easily provoked him.
“Drive!” Bryant barked.
I moved to the other side, fiddling with the lock, which wouldn’t budge. “I want
to get out!”
Meanwhile, the driver had started the car and smoothly exited the parking lot.
Bryant leaned back, eyes closed, feigning rest as if he hadn’t heard a word I
said. But I couldn’t just sit there. I managed to pry the door handle open and
attempted to jump out, only to be yanked back inside as Bryant reached over
me to close the door again.
The car screeched to a halt!
Barely steadying myself, I met his gaze, icy and mocking. “So eager to go
back to him?”
His thinking was lost on me. “I want to go home!” I shouted.
“Is it home you’re going to, or to him?”
His voice was cold as he asked, “Where were you this morning?”
“None of your damn business!” I pushed him away, desperate to leave the
car.
He grabbed my wrist, unyielding, and leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing.
“Feeling guilty, are you?