Chapter 3

‘Jewelry?’ I frowned slightly and raised my voice to Bryant, who had just entered the bathroom. “Bryant, Margaret is here. I’m going down to see her.”

Almost instantly, Bryant emerged, his expression colder than I had ever seen before..

“I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry about it. Go freshen up.” Bryant, always composed and reserved before me, spoke with a hint of unspoken emotion, sounding irritated and anxious.

A strange feeling arose within me. “I’ve freshened up. Remember? I even squeezed the toothpaste out for you.”

“Okay then. Let’s go down together. We shouldn’t keep our guest waiting.” Bryant said.

I grabbed his hand, and we made our way downstairs.

The staircase spiraled elegantly, and halfway down, we could see Margaret sitting gracefully on the sofa in her simple white dress.

She looked up at the sound of our footsteps, her smile serene. When her gaze fell on Bryant and me holding hands, her cup trembled slightly, spilling a few drops.

It must have been a bit hot, and she cried out softly in her flurry, “Ah…”

Bryant quickly withdrew his hand and rushed down the stairs, taking the cup from her with a mix of panic and haste. “How can you be so careless? Can’t even hold a cup properly?”.

for argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought

her hand back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

scar if not treated properly, you know?” Bryant scolded sharply, still not letting

the scene unfold,

through my mind. When we first married, I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach and began to cook. Even though we

with him.

accidentally tipped over a pot, and the splashing

as always, and said gently, “Are you okay? You go

caring yet so detached.

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for so many years, with countless diary entries about him, marrying him was more than enough for me. I thought perhaps it was just his nature to

that I got for Miss Margaret.”

snapped me back to reality. My vision blurred, and my heart felt as if it was tightly clenched, making

Margaret. But in his concern, he failed to notice whether the liquid

a deep breath and stepped down the stairs, my voice tinged with sarcasm. “Honey, Emma got Margaret some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you should worry

froze, then let go of her hand, avoiding my gaze, and scolded

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