Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 382

Bryant, always so sophisticated, went to such lengths for me. What did I do to deserve this? Yet, our journey to this point wasn’t something that changed overnight. And it certainly has nothing to do with what he’s wearing. Even if he looked exactly like Gregory, he’d still be Bryant, unchanged.

“I just realized, dressing casually is quite comfortable too.”

Outside, even in casual wear, Bryant’s nobility wasn’t diminished. He said this while lifting his gaze towards the luggage in the living room, his previously gentle expression darkening.

“You’re heading to Vista Town?”

“Yes.”

“To see Gregory?”

“Yes.”

My response was crisp, without a hint of hesitation. Whatever he inferred from my visit to Gregory, I had no intention of clarifying. If it helped him let go of his obsessions, it would be a fortunate misunderstanding.

Unexpectedly, a shadow of anger crossed Bryant’s eyes, but he managed to keep his patience. “Vista Town is a mess right now. Going there won’t help. Give me some time; I’ll handle the situation with Dorothy and her daughter.”

“And then?” I asked.

“Come back and be your true self, Mrs. Ferguson,” he said.

you acting like a middle schooler, failing to grasp the concept of divorce?”

me, meant that from now on, we were nothing to each

me unwaveringly, “I know you’re upset about how I dealt with

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But there’s one thing you thinking

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with you on everything from now on.”

it seemed he still believed I was just angry and throwing a fit. A little coaxing, a little embrace, and I would return to his side,

countless times before.

his lips together, his voice deep and warm, “Jane, you’ve loved

not too late to start over.”

took a deep breath. “I’ve loved you for many years,

take care of your family, to

you enough to carry your child, willing to have a

was the Jane of the past. The Jane now wants to sever

Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to contain his emotions, his lips barely moving,

up to you!”

outside, I hurriedly packed my luggage. By the time I left, the corridor was empty. I let out a sigh of relief, took

“Hey, Mark, were you looking