Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 12

The one who owed an explanation was Bryant, and he knew it.

He broke away from Margaret and strode over to me, his voice a stark contrast to the sternness from moments ago, gentle yet absentminded. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t hide it.

Yet, he didn’t say much, taking a coat from the servant to drape over my shoulders and pulling me close as we headed inside. His demeanor was relaxed. “It’s chilly out. Let’s go

in.”

He acted like what I had just overheard was only an everyday chat.

“Bry.” Margaret’s insistent voice echoed again and again, “Bry!”

Bryant acted as if he hadn’t heard.

He seemed somewhat distracted for the rest of the evening, checking his phone frequently.

o’clock rolled around, Timothy’s usual bedtime, we were ready

to the yard. “Be good to Jane. Don’t think you can push her around. because she doesn’t have family backing!”

felt a lump form in my throat.

nodding. “Don’t worry. I won’t let

I’ll take care of it.” Timothy

back. “I will visit soon. Please go

in the passenger seat, fighting

had become my constant companion. Yet, at that moment, sleep eluded me. My body was tired, but my mind was alarmingly clear. I had planned to wait until we got home for an

calm. “What exactly is the relationship between you

his first love, or the one he loved but

Bryant slowed the car, replying calmly, “Margaret and I

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if my throat was blocked by a sponge soaked in water, struggling to find my voice.

senior. With his handsome looks and the heir to the Ferguson Group, he was the epitome of