When Love Breaks by jack novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

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both gave me their gifts.

Mark handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box with a warm smile, saying, “Hope you like it.”

“Thanks, Mark,” I responded with a grin, genuinely touched by the gesture.

My surprise was evident when I discovered a dress of such unique design inside. “Did you design this yourself?”

“Yeah, it’s one of a kind,” he replied with a proud chuckle.

“Mark, you’re so thoughtful!” Christine complimented, before playfully challenging Bryant, “Mr. Ferguson, since you’re here for the housewarming party, I assume you’ve brought a gift as well?”

I wanted to intervene, knowing that Christine had caught Bryant off guard, but she silenced me with a glance.

Bryant locked eyes with me, his gaze intense, before he reached into his suit jacket and presented me with a small velvet box. “I hadn’t found the right moment to give this to you- until now,” he said, his voice barely concealing the emotion beneath.

“What is it?” Christine leaned over, her curiosity piqued.

Upon opening the box, I was stunned to find a pair of ruby earrings. “You were the one who bid on these?” I asked, incredulously.

The earrings, a much-coveted item from a recent auction, known for their unpar color and clarity, had fetched a staggering price, bought by a mysterious bidder. I admired them online, never imagining they would end up as a gift from Bryant.

“Do you like them?” Bryant asked, his smile deepening.

“They’re too expensive,” I protested. While the gifts from Mark and Christine were generous, they were within my comfort zone. These earrings, however, were beyond my wildest expectations. The thought of accepting such a lavish gift from Bryant, especially when we were on the verge of divorcing, made me hesitate.

“Love them!” Christine intervened before I could refuse, offering Bryant a sincere smile. “Mr. Ferguson, you’re the most generous ex-husband ever!”

While they were sleeping, Steven tried to curl up with Christine, who, half-asleep, kicked him off the bed with a grumbled “Get lost!”

Shaking my head in amusement, I covered them with blankets.

Looking up, I accidentally met Bryant’s gaze. He appeared unexpectedly vulnerable, his eyes slightly glazed and his posture relaxed in a way that seemed out of character.

Approaching him, I softly offered, “Let me drive you home.”

But he just glanced towards Mark, who was tidying up the kitchen, and replied in a husky voice, “They’re still here, and you’re akeady trying to get rid of me?”

His words, tinged with a hint of hurt, caught me off guard.

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