Lost Me Gained Regret

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?”.

grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought her to

helpless, Margaret tried to pull her hand back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

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

watching the scene

I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach

with him.

cut or burnt myself. One time, I accidentally tipped over a pot, and the splashing oil made me clench my teeth in pain.

over, as always, and said gently, “Are you okay? You go and take care of that. I can

gentle and caring

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about

that

reality. My vision blurred, and my heart felt as if it was tightly

taken the cup from Margaret. But in his concern, he failed to

It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you should worry if she might get frostbite instead?”

of her hand, avoiding my gaze,