NovelEnglishChapter 251 "He's Margaret's ex-husband," Bryant caught my puzzled look and explained in a low voice, “It's tshe leamed her lesson Suddenly, it clicked for me.
Previously, since Timothy wasn't fond of her, Margaret's attendance at the Ferguson family dinners was a testament to her shameless audacity. Thus, I had never encountered her ex-husband. Employing a taste of her own medicine, even if word got out, people would likely chalk it up to a tic breakup scene, I wasn't one to start trouble, but I wouldn't back down if someone were gunning for Noticinglost in thought, Bryant ruffled my hair gently. "You okay? Any injuries?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine" 1. me.
But the memory of what happened in that room madeshiver, my hands trembling. I saw concern in Bryant's deep gaze that I hadn't noticed before.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe heldclose with utmost patience, stroking my back gently and soothing. "It's okay. I'm here for you." After a while, I felt a bit better, regained sstrength, and moved to sit on a nearby chair.
I was genuinely surprised. "You believe me." It was unexpected. After that twisted accusation, I thought Bryant would doubtagain, just like what he did with that misunderstanding involving Mark.
Bryant frowned. “When have I ever not believed you?" I blurted out, "Mark" "That was different,” he said coldly, instructing the driver to head to the River Villa.
Upon arriving, he showed no signs of leaving but followedupstairs. And he entered the house with me.
I raised an eyebrow. "Bryant, this is my home." "You look pale." He sighed, "I'll leave once you're feeling better, okay?" I didn't protest any further and headed straight for the shower, Under the shower, what happened in the hotel room kept crossing my mind until I forcefully shook them away, reminding myself I was safe at hwith no strangers around.
After a long while, Bryant's voice cfrom outside the door. "Jane?" I sniffled before responding. "Yeah?" "Just making sure you're okay." "I'm fine." I responded while reaching for the hairdryer, but perhaps due to the lingering effects of the drug and the hot shower, I found the simple act of holding the hakdryer to be an effort.
Suddenly, a pair of hands took the dryer from me, awkwardly but gently drying my hair.
Through the mirror, I could see the tenderness in Bryant's actions, his voice gentle, "Is it okay? Not too hot?" "Yeah, it's fine." This moment, one I had longed for so many times, was finally happening.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis fingers moved through my hair patiently, without a hint of imitation. Tseems to slow down.
"Jane, I'm sorry" Out of nowhere, he spoke up, his voice not raised, making it hard forto catch everything I looked into the mirror, puzzled. "What did you say?"
As he continued to dry my hair, his gaze lowered, his lips barely moving, his voice intermingled with the sound With of the hairdryer, yet filled with sincerity and eamestness.
"I never realized you cared forin that way. I thought you were just after the gifts. I never paid attention ve to our anniversaries and your birthdays. I've been waiting for you to ask and taking your efforts for granted. Jane, I'm sorry."
He added, "I was never there when you neededthe most. I took everything for granted never m considering you might leave: Jane, Im sorry. It's not that I don't love you.
I just " He suddenly looked up, and we locked gaze in the mirror, his eyes reddened by the warmth, his gaze direct and passionate.
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