Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 264

had to admit that Bryant’s words had a way of weaving magic, a sweetness that made me momentarily wish I could forget everything that had happened between us. But some wounds were too deep to heal, leaving a acer unmoved.

Like when he didn’t come home all night, I never doubted him. I understood he was busy with work for the Ferguson Group. But after everything that had happened, trust didn’t come ensy anymore. Love couldn’t be unconditional or without hesitation. There were always reservations, defensiveness, doubts, and uneasiness.

Even if things seemed to mend, this pattem, if left unchecked, would lead to a breaking point. So, perhaps it was better to cut our

losses.

“Bryant, let’s not do this. Let’s think this through,” I pleaded.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I’ll prove it,” he said with a conviction almost like a vow.

I looked away, handing him another document to change the subject. “Here, take a look at this. I go get a nurse to check your temperature.”

“Kevin,” he called out firmly. “Get me some Amica cream.”

Kevin hurried off.

And

a spot on my lower back, pressing gently. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

hurt myself there, and still, you pressed

Kevin returned with the

but Bryant watched me closely. “Give it

“I can apply it

lifted the hem of my shirt, and gently nubbed it on the bruise. “You’re all bruised up but didn’t say a word. Do you think you don’t have a husband to care

even if I were all in

the bitter memories tangled together. I suppressed my emotions, a habit formed over three years, “Tve been managing on my

and after his heartfelt words, he became even more cooperative, especially at meal times when he Insisted on being fed, claiming his hand hurt too

need a shower,” he said, looking straight at me.

shower was understandable for someone as particular

for two nights,

doctor said your wounds can’t

doctor’s advice and

chest and arm had the worst injuries, and there were also some scrapes on

his voice, “But I feel

correct his endearment, merely suggesting, “How about Kevin help you with a sponge bath?” Kevin, waiting to discuss significant matters from the company with Bryant, seemed horrified at the suggestion, laughing awkwardly. “Mrs. Ferguson, please. You’re joking, right? If I dare touch Mr. Ferguson, I’ll be out of a