Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 250

As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a firm grip on my collar from behind. A menacing voice hissed, “You little tramp! Thought you could fool me, huh? Damn, I’ll show you!”

“Please, no!” But no matter how much i struggled, my strength had already been sapped at that moment, leaving me no choice but to be dragged toward the bed.

“Does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a couple fighting.” Suddenly, the cultured voice of a middle–aged man echoed through the hallway outside

“Oh, come on, Dad. They’re just a couple who checked into a hotel. A little spat is normal. Let’s keep moving. I already told the restaurant to start preparing our meal.”

The man holding me turned livid, finally realizing I had left the door ajar. He threw me to the ground, reaching to shut the door, but someone pushed it open from the outside!

A pair of polished men’s shoes came into view, followed by the sight of neatly pressed pants encasing long legs.

Thinking it was the middle–aged man who had spoken earlier, I threw myself toward him, pleading, “Please, save me. I didn’t come here with anyone. I don’t even know this man!”

“Jane?” A familiar, soothing voice sounded above me!

Lifting my

head, I locked eyes with Bryant’s gloomy gaze and felt relief, though my vision blurred with tears. The next second, I saw Dorothy and her family with him. The man who had spoken was Richard.

I used the wall for

Susan’s arm. “My God, you just got divorced, and you’re already in a hotel room

man?”

enlighten the buzz–cut

deceived him, hurling accusations, “So you’re freshly divorced? Lonely and

with the urge to retaliate, but I heard Bryant, his voice

the truth!”

draped his coat around me and effortlessly lifted me into his arms, tuming to Richard. “Mr. Myers, I’m afraid dinner will

first. Richard nodded, his gaze lingering on me with a moment

tugged at Susan’s sleeve, on the verge of

are you sure about this? Today’s dinner is

back at Susan.

through. Without the

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determined stride, Bryant carried me away, leaving a trail of tense stares

me down until we were in

clothes, barely containing his anger. “Did he

shook my head,