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?”

able to believe those words

long, elegant fingers intertwine with mine, and couldn’t help but chuckle. There was a time when just a little sweetness from him would have made me happy for days. But it all

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

that, he gently pinched my

throug the mirror. I had been so angry, clenching

tenderness, getting a glass of

living room couch. He fetched some anti-inflammatory medicine from the first aid kit and

always been good between us. Bryant had

my hand, looking at the man soon to be my ex-husband, and asked flatly, “What do you

do you want me to

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his eyes, unwavering. I didn’t believe he could be so indifferent toward Margaret.

to send her to Bustker, but if you think that’s not enough, sending her somewhere