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.

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

a spot on my lower back, pressing gently. “Doesn’t

hurt myself

returned

took it, but Bryant watched

refused, “I can apply it myself.”

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 for

I were

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

meal times when he Insisted on being fed, claiming his hand hurt too much. But

a shower,” he said,

shower was understandable for someone

being unconscious for two nights,

said your wounds can’t get

advice and

had the worst injuries, and there were also some scrapes

pleaded, hope in his voice, “But I feel uncomfortable,

longer bothering to 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 job tomorrow. It is a task only you can do!” With that,