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.”

hand brushed against him through the fabric, igniting an awkwardness between us.

phone, only to meet his meaningful gaze as I did.

Bryant can’t talk right now. What’s up?” I asked after

nothing urgent. I just wanted to check a detail in a contract with the boss. Monday Is

dwelled much

unusually sleepy, and after dinner, while Bryant and I were taking a stroll in the backyard

had been sleeping soundly but was rudely awakened in the middle

bed. Coming to a bit,

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the balcony.

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

Call 911 if you have to! What’s calling me going

do it! How

threatened to end it all without a scratch? Tell her I won’t divorce

he added, “But ensure she

that last bit.

resting on the railing, his entire demeanor exuding frustration.