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.

“Didn’t you have your bandages changed? And Amica? That’s for bruises, not for

to touch a spot on my

I hurt myself

enough, Kevin returned with the

it, but Bryant watched

“I can apply it myself.”

your head?” Without waiting for a rebuttal, he took the cream, lifted the hem of my shirt, and gently nubbed it on the bruise. “You’re all bruised up

were all in cuts and bruises, he would remain detached.

from the bruise and the bitter memories tangled together. I suppressed my emotions, a habit formed over three years,

usually low–maintenance, 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

he said, looking

a shower was understandable for someone as particular as him.

unconscious for two nights, missing

said your wounds can’t get

doctor’s advice and shook my head. “The

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

in his voice, “But I feel

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 job tomorrow. It is a