When Love Breaks by jack

Tears welled up in my eyes as a mixture of laughter and sobs escaped me. I quickly sent her my location, "So, what about your getaway? No more chasing the exotic romance?"

"Which is more important, a fleeting romance or you? I wouldn't dream of letting you spend the holidays all by yourself." She brushed it off with a giggle, "Besides, I've heard Vista Town is quite the spot for a romantic encounter."

"I owe you big time,"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "All I can offer is a feast of fun and games, just a small token of my appreciation."

Truth be told, money was hardly a concern between us anymore. It just didn't matter.

Upon hearing this, she played along perfectly, "Ms. Webster, living large! I'll be right there to soak up some of that generosity."

The moment Christine arrived, my spirits were instantly lifted.

She stood by the window, admiring the snowy vista of Vista Town, "That news about Gregory, what do you make of it?"

I paused, then said, "What about it? I don't see why I should bother."

"Come on, don't play dumb." Christine nudged me. “He's into you, and you're not exactly locking your heart away from him, are you?"

"There's some truth to that."

I curled up on the couch, gesturing a small distance with my fingers and blinking, "Just that sort of feeling where it could be something, but it wouldn't matter if it wasn't."

I was past the stage of letting love run wild.

Once bitten, twice shy.

"That's good enough."

Christine nodded and sat down beside me, "He's waited for Lilliana for years. If you're not careful, you'll be asking for heartbreak.*

"I'm aware," I assured her.

Gregory and I were a long shot.

Unable to hold back, Christine dragged me around the old Vista Town, bustling with tourists celebrating the holiday season. The place was packed and lively.

Gregory called me, but I missed it.

By the time I tried to call back, he didn't answer.

Later that night, after changing our outfits, Christine and I headed to the hotel bar.

Both of us were a mix of emotions, especially since Steven' was getting married today.

Despite their breakup, we shared the same social circles. My feed was flooded with pictures of Steven's wedding, a real gut punch.

One drink after another, everything around me started to blur.

Luckily, we were in the safety of the hotel, surrounded by security.

Christine, drowning in her emotions, drank heavily. She leaned in, reeking of alcohol, "Are you... are you drunk?"

I shook my head vigorously. "No, not drunk."

"Oh... then let's keep drinking. Here's to forgetting those damn men!"

"Right!"

After burping, I reassured her, "Don't worry, Chris, Steven doesn't deserve you..."

As I tried to stand and hug her, my balance failed me, and I stumbled towards the floor.

Unexpectedly, someone caught me firmly.

I pushed them away, dizzily turning to see who it was. My head was spinning, but I managed to make out a face hovering before me.

"Greg... Gregory?"

The man remained silent.

His expression darkened. Holding me steady, he turned to Christine and spoke in a deep voice, "You okay?"

Christine waved dismissively, "Of course! Mr. Ford, please take her back to her room!"

The atmosphere turned even colder!

14:16

Standing next to him, I shivered, "Gregory, why do you seem so much like... him today?"

Like who?

Bry... Bryant.

What floor?"

19!

I fumbled for my room card and handed it to him.

As we exited the elevator, half-awake, I finally reacted, Why e

I are you here to see me?"

He led me out, "Why can't I be?"

"Didn't you find Lilliana..."

Mid-sentence, a sharp gaze caught my attention. I glanced over to see a man casually leaning against my room door, causing me to freeze in shock!

Gregory?!

If he was Gregory, then...NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Suddenly feeling a bit more sober, I shook my head and looked closely at the man beside mex abruptly pulled away from him and landed with a thud on the floor.