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

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

paused, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, his voice hoarse,

today…“Ignoring the tightness in my chest, I gently freed myself from his hold and turned to look

on me with reluctance. “So, that’s it? You’re done

stare made me uneasy. What else do you

I could cook dinner

those words, I brushed past him

started cooking, he glanced at the documents on my desk. “Selling the

no point in hiding it. “But it seems tough to sell. The agent mentioned that everyone

had a great layout. Plus, I had taken good care of it. It was almost as good as new,

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

complicated between us. You should focus on the Ferguson Group.” I

seemed contemplative before turning to cook with groceries he had picked up from the

filled the air. A spread of spicy food graced the table in

surprised.