Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 340

I was taken aback

“Believe me

Molly was sitting cross–legged on the couch, looking all serious scared of liking you*

just having an internal battle right now. He likes you but he’s

couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re just guessing. He likes Lilliana, not me. It’s just because I kinda look like her

“No, that’s not it!”

Molly objected immediately. “My brother’s not like that. Over the years, there have been many who resembled Lilliana more than you do, but he never gave them the time of day. I’m not bad mouthing him, but he’s always been a no–nonsense guy. If it wasn’t for biking you. why would he go out of his way to help you, time and time again?”

“But that was just… I tried to argue back, but halfway through, I couldn’t find a solid reason.

Like that time with Jarrod, or when Mrs. Myers forced me to kneel in the snow… those weren’t coincidental rescues

And after he never asked for anything in return.

Leaving, my mind was elsewhere.

Ramona tried playing matchmaker yesterday, and now Molly had joined in too.

the most determined would

expected that upon leaving the Ford Residence, I’d see a familiar Rolls Royce parked

up, heading towards the Rolls

in, a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling

annoyed, “Bryant, what the heck are

home

was muffled, hinting at exhaustion, but

it absurd, “What home? We’re nothing to each

someone else, now

case, let’s

terrifyingly

“But I

around, pinning me against the car, his eyes bloodshot and veins on his forehead bulging,

are you doing in Vista Town over Christmas, huh? Want to spend it with

scoffed, “None of your business. We’re divorced, I’m

give

sighed, seemingly softening. “But only if you keep your distance from other

voice, half–sneering, suddenly sounded from not too far. “Since when did you get to decide my girlfriend’s freedom?” Bryant’s pupils constricted, his tall frame freezing in place!

narrowed, beckoning me, “Are you coming, or waiting for me to beat

“Jane!”

suddenly called out desperately, his voice trembling, “You… are you