When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 8

I mean, maybe it was just me being oversensitive, or not, but her words really hit a nerve.

It felt like Margaret was implying she was closer to Bryant as if she was the real queen bee of the Ferguson Group.

“Director Webster.” Noticing the door ajar, Kevin gave a symbolic knock before stepping in and handing me a document. “Here’s the agreement, two copies. Mr. Ferguson has signed. Just sign your copy and keep it.”

Bryant was always quick to act.

“Okay.” I quickly went through the document, signed my name with a flourish, and handed a copy back to Kevin with a polite smile. “Thanks for your efforts.”

“Is this a share transfer agreement?” Margaret seemed to glimpse the document cover.

Out of my sight, her previously calm and elegant demeanor shattered, her nails digging into her flesh.

Looking

surprised, Kevin said, “Oh, Ms. Ferguson is here, too. You two go ahead. I’ll head upstairs to report back to Mr. Ferguson.”

He skillfully dodged Margaret’s question and made a swift exit.

Margaret’s eyes mixed with disbelief. “Bryant gave you shares?”

“Regardless, I don’t think this is something that I need to report to you, right, Mr. Ferguson?”

After the necklace incident, my feelings toward Margaret were complicated. It was hard to remain neutral like before.

“Jane, I feel like you’re harboring animosity toward me.” Margaret stood up, looking helpless. “I don’t know if it’s about the necklace or this job position, but please believe me. I never intended to take anything from you I’m not interested in those things, she said.

Her frankness left me feeling conflicted.

As the evening approached, I placed the pregnancy test I’d found in a cake a few days ago Into my bag.

I was ready to go downstairs and tell Bryant he would be a father. We were going to have a baby. While imagining his reaction, thinking of the new life growing inside me, my steps quickened with excitement. I couldn’t wait to share the news with him.

The elevator took me straight to the underground parking, where I found the black

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Maybach at a glance.

Bryant leaned against the car, waiting for me.

I rushed into his arms, inhaling his unique scent of woody freshness. “Honey! Have you been waiting long?”

“It’s okay.” He didn’t embrace me as usual but seemed uncomfortable and stepped back. “Let’s get in the car first.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Wait, let me tell you what the surprise is first.” held onto him.

“What is it?” Bryant looked less fired up than he was back at the office, like something was on his mind.

I frowned but didn’t overthink it. Looking into Bryant’s deep eyes, I began, “Bryant, you’re going to be a…

“Bry, why aren’t you guys getting in the car yet? The passenger window suddenly rolled down, and a voice interrupted me.

From my angle, I locked eyes with Margaret, sitting inside.

Stunned, I looked toward Bryant, waiting for an explanation.

But Margaret spoke first, in her gentle voice, “Jane, I sent my car for maintenance, and since we’re all heading to the Ferguson Mansion, I asked Bry to give me a ride. You wouldn’t mind such a small thing, right?”