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.

“Bryant, I’m not causing a scene. The only thing left between us

between her and me isn’t what you think. She’s no threat to you!”

laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a

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cuddling up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after her miscarriage?”

a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did you start having such

you two are alone, you’re just playing

“Shut up!”

pulling me away despite the sharp pain it caused.

and bru es covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident,

seemed to forget

low and

words laced with scorn,

out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says

me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with me now, and I’ll believe

perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on

was stunned by his choice, it seemed unlike

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

frowned, answering, “Yes?”

expected a business call, but his expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop

I couldn’t hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation of his departure.

here for a

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