Chapter 12

The one who owed an explanation was Bryant, and he knew it.

He broke away from Margaret and strode over to me, his voice a stark contrast to the sternness from moments ago, gentle yet absentminded. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t hide it.

Yet, he didn’t say much, taking a coat from the servant to drape over my shoulders and pulling me close as we headed inside. His demeanor was relaxed. “It’s chilly out. Let’s go in.”

He acted like what I had just overheard was only an everyday chat.

“Bry.” Margaret’s insistent voice echoed again and again, “Bry!”

Bryant acted as if he hadn’t heard.

He seemed somewhat distracted for the rest of the evening, checking his phone frequently.

as nine o’clock rolled around, Timothy’s usual bedtime, we were ready

man now. You need to act responsibly!” Timothy warned Bryant sternly as he walked us to the yard. “Be good to Jane.

lump form in

worry. I won’t let

if anything troubles you, come to me. I’ll take care

“I will visit soon. Please

the way home, I sat in the passenger

it was the early stages of pregnancy or something else, drowsiness had become my constant companion. Yet, at that moment, sleep eluded me. My body was tired, but my mind was alarmingly clear. I had planned

longer, my voice still calm. “What exactly is

she his first love, or the one he loved

car, replying calmly, “Margaret and I almost

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was blocked by a sponge soaked in water, struggling to find my voice. “Was it during your college

of RiverCity University, my senior. With his handsome looks and the heir to the Ferguson Group,

girl could resist him. His backpack was always full of love letters from admirers. But before I could confess my crush on

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