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.

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

“I’ve told you, what’s between her and me isn’t what you think.

what is it

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her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after

like a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth,

two are alone, you’re just playing

“Shut up!”

sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring

weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident, I

to

his voice low and

of your concern.” Bryant glared at him, his words

out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s bleeding

weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with me

it out! Just make sure she’s alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me finally easing as we moved towards

was stunned by his choice, it seemed unlike him.

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

answering,

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

turned to me, I couldn’t hide the mockery on

hand, “Wait here for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”

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