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.”

for eight years. But

my words slowly extinguished the innate pride men carry,

his Adam’s apple bobbing as

hold and turned to look

gaze lingered on me with reluctance. “So, that’s it?

stare made me uneasy. What else do

I could cook dinner as a

ahead! With those words, I brushed past him and dove into my work,

he glanced at the documents on

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

layout. Plus, I had taken good care of it. It was almost

did

the Ferguson Group.” I was straightforward, “Besides, Christine is looking

then.” He seemed contemplative before turning to cook with groceries he had picked up from the

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

was surprised.