Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 165

“Kevin?” Bryant’s voice was chilly, “Are you stupid? Take her to the hospital, now!”

Margaret was a complete mess, barely able to utter a word, when Kevin, without a second thought, grabbed her and dashed for the elevator, all the while ensuring not a drop of blood stained the floor.

I stared in the direction they had left, wishing I could bore a hole with my gaze, my chest still heaving with anger.

“Jane, let’s go wash your hands, okay?” Bryant’s tone was so gentle that it was like he was coaxing a child, probably afraid of upsetting me further.

I looked at him, hesitantly asking, “Aren’t you mad at me for hitting her?”

That wasn’t like Bryant at all. He was supposed to stand up for Margaret and confront me with righteousness. That was the script.

He sighed, leading me to the restroom, tested the water to ensure it was just right, and pulled my hands under the faucet, applying soap and carefully washing them.

He asked in a low voice, “Didn’t your hands hurt by hitting her like that?”

barely able to believe those words came from

fingers intertwine with mine, and couldn’t help but chuckle. There was a time when just a

hands, then look at the s at the swelling in my palms with

that, he gently pinched my cheeks,

instinctively opened up, only to catch the sight of blood on my teeth throug the mirror. I had been so angry, clenching

at me with tenderness, getting a glass of water.

I thanked Bryant, formally yet distantly, rinsed my mouth, and then he led me to sit on the living room couch. He fetched some anti-inflammatory medicine from the first aid kit and squatted before me, applying it

always been good between us. Bryant had always been that

to be my ex-husband, and asked flatly,

asked calmly, “What do you want me to

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want?” I stared into his eyes, unwavering. I didn’t believe he could be so indifferent toward Margaret.

to you. I was planning to send her to Bustker, but if