Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 20

Bryant stood in the kitchen, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft halo around him that softened his usually cold demeanor.

He lowered his gaze, his defined and dexterous hands skillfully prepping the ingredients for dinner. The scene gave off a vibe of serene simplicity.

Perhaps sensing my stare, he glanced over with a light chuckle. “Why are you looking at me?”

“I just like looking at you.” My response was straightforward.

After all, admiring my husband was nothing to be embarrassed about, especially since he was quite the looker as if sculpted by the divine hands of God himself.

He was about to reply when his phone, tucked in his pants, rang.

As he was filleting a fish, he couldn’t answer it himself. “Honey, could you get that for me?”

“Sure.” I moved to his side, reaching hesitantly into his pocket, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

Our intimacy was usually for the privacy of our bedroom, and outside of it, we maintained. a respectful distance.

Noticing my hesitation, he glanced at me with a playful smirk. “We’ve been married for years. What’s there to be shy about? It’s just a phone, not anything else.”

my attempt to be careful, my hand brushed against him through the fabric, igniting

the phone, only to meet his meaningful

Kevin. “Kevin, Bryant can’t talk right now.

just wanted to check a detail in a contract with the boss. Monday Is fine.”

much on

I’d been feeling unusually sleepy, and after dinner, while Bryant and I were taking a stroll in the backyard to digest,

and was out like a light. I had been sleeping soundly but was rudely awakened in the middle of the night by the need to use

in bed. Coming to a bit, I heard

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the balcony.

“So, you’re just going to hand her the

die! Call 911 if you have

it!

times has she threatened to end it all without a scratch? Tell her

“But ensure

catch that last bit.

me, one hand resting on the railing,