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.

acting like a middle schooler, failing to grasp the concept

to me, meant that from now on, we were nothing to each other. No more

upset

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to have some peace, I get it. But there’s one thing you thinking of leaving me, that’s not happening.”

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promise, I’ll consult with you on everything from now

couldn’t. In his view, 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, becoming the quiet

countless times

voice deep and warm, “Jane, you’ve loved me

late

loved you

take care of your family, to remain a shadowy Mrs. Ferguson.”

to carry your child, willing to have a child that

him, each word deliberate, “That was the Jane of the past. The Jane now

bobbed as he struggled to contain his emotions, his lips barely moving, “And if I don’t

not up to you!”

the door. Not bothering to check if he was still outside, I hurriedly packed my luggage. By the time I left, the corridor was empty. I

lightly, “Hey, Mark, were you looking