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?”.

tone was stern and harsh, leaving no room for argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought her to the sink to rinse

to pull her hand back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big deal

not treated properly, you

dazed, watching the

I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach and began to cook. Even

with him.

or burnt myself. One time, I accidentally tipped over a pot, and the splashing oil made

Bryant came over, as always, and said gently, “Are you okay? You go and take care

and caring yet so detached.

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having secretly adored Bryant for so many years, with countless diary entries about him, marrying him

that I got for Miss

vision blurred, and my heart felt

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

some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you should worry if she might get frostbite instead?” I couldn’t hold back

froze, then let go of her hand, avoiding my gaze, and scolded Margaret, “Crying out over cold