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.

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

to act responsibly!” Timothy warned Bryant sternly as he walked us to the yard. “Be good to Jane. Don’t think you

felt a lump form in my

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

child, if anything troubles you, come to me. I’ll take care of it.” Timothy patted my

visit

way home, I sat in the passenger seat, fighting

it was 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

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

she his first love, or the one he loved but could never

that, Bryant slowed the car, replying calmly, “Margaret

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my lip, feeling as if my throat was blocked by a sponge soaked in water, struggling to find my voice. “Was it during your college days?”

golden boy of RiverCity University, my senior. With his handsome looks and the heir to the Ferguson Group, he was the