Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 32

About fifteen minutes later, the car slowly rolled into the driveway.

“We’re home, Bryant, I announced as I opened the car door.

Unexpectedly, the man beside me, who was out cold from drinking, slumped toward me as I opened the door.

I frowned, bracing myself to hold him up. “Can you stand up on your own?”

But I got no response.

Left with no choice, I had to wake Emma, who was sound asleep, to help me get Bryant back into his room.

“Mrs. Ferguson, do you need help?” Emma asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“No, it’s fine. Go back to sleep,” I replied, feeling sorry for disturbing Emma’s rest.

After Emma left, I struggled with the nausea from Bryant’s alcohol fumes as I bent over to help him out of his shoes and tie, then straightened up to head downstairs. But as I turned to leave, I found my hand suddenly gripped in his.

“Sweetheart…” he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

he was calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret

to pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you see who I

away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer, whispering,

a beat. But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober, he would only

my lips, saying lightly, “Is that so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must be

to Timothy,

foolish anymore.” I told myself

not tough…” He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment,

least your eyes aren’t blind.” I snorted.

I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if

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a few more words I couldn’t make out, probably

I freed my hand and went downstairs to make

in the middle of the night after drinking

up the next day

and I had moved

pot, I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my forehead