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.

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

warned Bryant sternly as he walked us to the yard. “Be good to Jane. Don’t

felt a lump form

lightly, nodding. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt her,

I’ll take care of it.” Timothy patted

back. “I will visit soon. Please go rest.

I sat in the passenger seat, fighting off

the early stages of pregnancy or something else, drowsiness 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

couldn’t hold back any longer, my voice still calm. “What exactly is the relationship between

love, or the one he loved

replying calmly, “Margaret and I

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lip, feeling as if my throat was blocked by a sponge soaked in water,

his handsome looks and