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 Amica? That’s for bruises, not for

a spot on my lower back, pressing gently.

know I hurt myself there, and still, you pressed it?”

enough, Kevin returned with the

but Bryant watched me closely.

can apply it myself.”

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 but didn’t say a word. Do you think you don’t have a husband to

never been so attentive. Before, even if I were all in cuts and bruises, he would

suppressed my emotions, a habit formed over three years,

at meal times when he Insisted on being fed, claiming

a shower,” he said,

shower was understandable for someone as

being unconscious for two

said your wounds can’t get

remembered the doctor’s advice

chest and arm had the worst injuries, and there

voice, “But I feel

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 task only you can do!” With