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?”.

He then grabbed Margaret’s hand

back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big deal out of

can scar if not treated properly, you know?”

stood on the stairs, dazed, watching the scene

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

with him.

myself. One time, I accidentally tipped over a

said gently, “Are you okay? You go and take

gentle and caring yet so detached.

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Chapter 3

many years, with countless diary entries about him,

was lemonade that

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

But in his concern,

“Honey, Emma got Margaret some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn.

her hand, avoiding my gaze, and scolded Margaret, “Crying out over