When Love Breaks by jack novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

“Kevin, hit the gas! Drive Mrs. Ferguson home,” he tossed the words over his shoulder before slamming the car door shut.

Kevin didn’t hesitate, sliding into the driver’s seat, “My apologies, Mrs. Ferguson.”

With a click, the doors locked.

All I could do was watch helplessly as Bryant walked away, slipping into his bodyguard’s sleek car.

The engines roared to life, and as the traffic light flicked colors, our cars veered off in completely different directions.

Just like Bryant and 1, perhaps never meant to walk the same path.

I slumped into the seat, drained and disheveled, my mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Why bother?

I’ve given him and Margaret

Bryant, what do you really want?

, asking for nothing in return. Isn’t that enough

Kevin drove on, stealing glances at me, and ventured cautiously, “You know, Mrs. Ferguson, there’s no need to go to war with Mr. Ferguson. After all, you are Mrs. Ferguson. Margaret shouldn’t weigh so heavily on your mind.”

“Kevin.”

I rolled down the window, letting the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of Mrs. Ferguson should be enough for me?”

“L… That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you push, the more you lose…”

“It’s okay, you’re his right-hand man; it’s natural you’d take his side.”

I averted my gaze, “I’m not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name only isn’t what I want.”

I craved Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in name, but without any third party interference.

“You mean… You want Mr. Ferguson’s heart?”

I silently stared out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered no reply.

Kevin sighed softly, murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been long gone?”

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“What did you say?”

The noise outside muffled his words, “Gone where?”

Kevin startled, as if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing at all.”