Lost Me Gained Regret

I froze, finding Bryant both pitiful and detestable.

I couldn’t tell if his emotions were genuine or just for show. And I didn’t want to

bother figuring it out. After all, it wouldn’t be long before Bryant and I had

nothing to do with each other.

I sniffled, forcibly waking Bryant up. “Take your medicine before you go back

to sleep.”

Knowing it was me, he didn’t resist when I brought the medicine to his lips.

Instead, he cooperated and obediently fell back asleep.

His fever was scorching, not something that would subside soon.

I asked Gary for some burn ointment and applied it to the burns on the inside

of Bryant’s wrist. I didn’t return to my room until his fever started going down.

Thanks to Bryant’s generally good health and youth, Gary came the following

morning to report that Bryant’s fever had broken.

However, by the afternoon, a servant delivered several couture dresses. “Mr.

Bryant wants you to accompany him to a gala tonight.”

“A gala?” I was perplexed.

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In our three years of marriage, since it was kept a secret, he had never taken

me to any events outside of Ferguson family gatherings, always attending

alone.

Gary nodded. “Yes, it’s Gladys Larson’s 80th birthday celebration.”

It was as if I suddenly understood his intention of presenting me as a married

woman in front of the Larson family, cutting off any thoughts I might have of

marrying Mark.

How ridiculous. Bryant seemed more reasonable when he was sick.

I frowned. “Where is Bryant?”

“In the study…” Before Gary could finish, I had stormed off, pushing open the

study door. “Bryant, are you out of your mind? I told you, there’s nothing

between me and him…”

I stopped mid-sentence, my face turning red as if someone had choked me.

He was in the middle of a video conference! Even though I was right, facing

Bryant’s mocking brown eyes made me lose my steam. How embarrassing.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

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I could have walked away immediately but was stuck, trying to save face.

“No, no, carry on with your meeting.”

“Get lost.” Bryant’s voice was cold, and I thought he meant me, but he just

hung up the video call and approached me. “So angry about going to the

Larson’s gala?