Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 252

I couldn’t catch every word, but the message he tried to convey was crystal clear. A long–dormant part of my heart nearly succumbed once again. My nails dug into my palms.

The slight pain brought back a sliver of sanity. “Is it dry now?”

Bryant’s fingertips moved meticulously through my hair several times. “Yeah, pretty much done.”

The sound of the hairdryer ceased, leaving the room in silence.

Inodded “Um, thanks.”

Then, unexpectedly, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips brushing my ear as he cautiously and ambiguously ventured. “Did you hear any of what I said?”

For someone as distinguished as him, this might have been the first time he had sincerely apologized to someone. Unlike the casual, thoughtless “sorry” from the past, he did lower his guard this time.

I wanted to give in, but fear held me back, the fear of getting burned again, of repeating past mistakes.

With a heavy heart, guided by reason, I responded, “I heard you. But, Bryant, some choices, once made, can’t be undone. There’s no turning back.”

But I wanted

seemed my words slowly extinguished the innate pride men carry, inch by

Adam’s apple bobbing as

my chest, I gently freed myself from his hold and turned to

lingered on me with reluctance.

direct stare made me uneasy.

cook dinner

past him and dove into my work,

at the documents on my desk. “Selling the house

eventually, and there was no point in hiding it. “But it seems tough

and had a great layout. Plus, I had taken good care of it. It was almost as good as new, Logically, it shouldn’t have been hard to

touched his nose, looking away. “So, why did you return the money I

want things to get complicated between us. You should focus on the Ferguson

cook

blessing, he could cook well. Soon, the delicious aroma filled the air. A spread of spicy

was surprised.