Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 363

Bryant glared at her, his tone heavy with implication, “Don’t you feel like a fifth wheel here?”

Christine dabbed ointment on my skin, concentrating. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Bryant,” I turned to him, “You should leave.”

“I leave?” Bryant glanced outside, his eyes darkening. “Are you off to be someone’s personal blood bank again?”

I knew what he meant. Though the Ford family was reasonable, the Myers mother–daughter duo was a whole different story, utterly unhinged. They saw me as a thorn in their side, missing no chance to skin me alive if they could.

Bryant relaxed, pulling a chair to sit by the bed, his long legs crossed. “Want some water?” “Sitting there with your legs crossed like that, who’d dare ask for water?” Still harboring resentments from past events, Christine seized the moment to vent.

Bryant chuckled. “Well, there’s always you, isn’t there?”

“No wonder you’re divorced.” Christine smiled, handing me a glass of water

After the IV, it wasn’t too late. The itching had subsided. When leaving the hospital, I intended to part ways with Bryant and catch a cab back to the hotel.

me assertively. ‘Till take you

“No need for…”

over his shoulder with my head down toward the ground. “You’re running a fever. And the night air

dumbfounded, whispering to York, “What kind of billionaire romance is

shoved me into the car.

seat

arrogance and need to control everything started showing

jotting down notes. Last night’s clients from the high society were all for custom orders. We had to schedule fittings and inquire about preferences

some water to take my medicine when the doorbell rang.

“Hey, I heard about your severe allergy last night.

door wider, about to let her

severe

I smiled,

was an executive suite with a living room outside

the allergy?” Molly asked with

the doctor at the hospital and just mentioned it was accidental ingestion of something I was previously allergic to.