Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 62

“No, not at all.”

1 scrambled for an excuse, “I was just grabbing something.”

“That something?”

He gestured towards a delivery bag sitting on the dining table.

Feeling the awkwardness of being caught in a lie, I touched my nose, “Didn’t I tell the delivery guy not to ring the bell?”

“He didn’t ring the bell.”

“Then how did you know?”

“He knocked.”

I was speechless, internally cursing the delivery guy’s cleverness.

Walking over, I started to unpack the bag, ready to dig in, when Bryant placed a steaming bowl of seafood chowder in front of me..

“Grandpa said you didn’t eat much tonight, had the leftover seafood sent over.”

“And the chowder…?”

“I made it.”

across me, Bryant’s face was serious, his voice calm and cool, “I took a shower before I cooked. You’ve been feeling under the weather, try to cut down

in my tracks, leaving

that he’d cleaned up, wasn’t “dirty” anymore before he made the chowder,

my vision, and took several

you really don’t have

me

don’t want

out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his cool fingertips. grazing my

look out for each other?” After saying that, he

as if we had returned to

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gentle and considerate

piercing gaze, “But, I only agreed to a month for Timothy’s sake.” “Just

it was always you taking care of me, taking care of Grandpa. This month, let me take

heart stirred, but

couldn’t agree, nor could I bear to refuse. Logic didn’t allow it, yet

seemed to carefully choose his words, his voice hoarse, as

the start, I never believed we reached a point where