Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 131

It was Bryant!

Mark’s eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. One man radiated a warmth reminiscent of a sunny afternoon, while the other held the cold sharpness of a winter morning.

Their interaction instantly gave me a feeling of high tension. It was as if instead of being childhood friends, they were two people on completely opposite sides.

I racked my brain, trying to understand when the rift between ryant and Mark had grown after Mark’s return from studying abroad.

Was Bryant misunderstanding my relationship with Mark? An what was Mark’s reason for the tension?

Yet, it was their issue to resolve, not mine to pry into.

Bryant strode over with a commanding presence, his gaze briel., flickering over was wearing, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Cozy, aren’t you?”

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“Not as much as you two,” I retorted without a second thought.

Ever since the incident yesterday, every word, every action from him seemed to erode the little affection left between us.

I couldn’t help but think, had he just reached out to me, maybe I wouldn’t have lost our baby. But he didn’t, even though I was within arm’s reach. Pretending not to hate him would only make me a hypocrite.

Bryant’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing as he tried to keep his emotions in check, “Enough, let’s go home.”

As if tolerating my mood was a generous act on his part.

Perhaps, he still believed, like before, a simple gesture or sweet word from him, and I would come running back like a lost puppy.

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you and

“I’ve told you, what’s between her and me

couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a

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and cuddling up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother,

like a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did you

you two are alone, you’re just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new skill?”

“Shut up!”

me away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of the physical

it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident, I wouldn’t have ventured out

seemed to forget I could feel pain

in, his voice low and restrained, “Easy,

your concern.” Bryant glared at him, his words

elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms.

icy, as a bitter laugh escaped me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking

make sure she’s alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me finally

his choice, it seemed unlike

expected, his phone began to ring relentlessly before we even left the hospital, a landline number flashing on

frowned, answering, “Yes?”

his expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop crying. I’m coming up

to me, I couldn’t hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation of his

“Wait here for a

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