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.

around, Timothy’s usual bedtime, we were ready

walked us to the yard.

felt a lump form in my

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

child, if anything troubles you, come to me. I’ll take

will visit soon. Please go

way home, I sat in the passenger seat,

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

longer, my voice still calm. “What exactly is the relationship between you and Margaret?”

first love, or the one he

calmly, “Margaret and I almost

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sponge soaked in

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