Chapter 251


    “He’s Margaret’s ex–husband,” Bryant caught my puzzled look and exined in a low voice, “It’s time she 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 dramatic breakup scene,


    I wasn’t one to start trouble, but I wouldn’t back down if someone were gunning for


    Noticing me lost in thought, Bryant ruffled my hair gently. “You okay? Any injuries?”


    I shook my head. “No, I’m fine”


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    But the memory of what happened in that room made me shiver, my hands trembling. I saw concern in Bryant’s deep gaze that I hadn’t noticed before.


    He held me close 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 some strength, and moved to sit on a nearby chair.


    I was genuinely surprised<b>. </b>“You believe me.”


    It was unexpected. After that twisted usation, I thought Bryant would doubt me again, 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 Vi.


    <b>Upon </b>arriving, he showed no signs of leaving but followed me upstairs. And he entered the house with me.


    I raised an eyebrow. “Bryant, this is my home.”


    “You <b>look </b>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 <b>away</b>, reminding myself I was safe <b>at </b>home with no strangers around.


    After a long while, Bryant’s voice came from outside the door. “Jane?<b>”</b>


    I sniffled before responding. “Yeah?”


    “Just making sure you’re okay.”This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    “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 <b>gently </b>drying my <b>hair</b><b>.</b>


    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.


    His fingers moved through my hair patiently, without a hint of imitation. Time seems to slow down.


    <b>“</b>Jane, I’m sorry” Out of nowhere, he spoke up, his voice not raised, making it hard for me to catch everything


    I looked into the mirror, puzzled. “What did you say?”


    As he continued to dry my hair, his gaze lowered<b>, </b>his lips barely moving, his voice intermingled with the sound of the hairdryer, yet filled with sincerity and eamestness.


    “I never realized you cared <b>for </b>me in that way. I thought you were just after the gifts. I never paid attention to our anniversaries and your birthdays. I’ve been waiting for <b>you </b>to ask and taking your efforts for granted. Jane, I’m sorry.”


    He <b>added</b>, “I was never there when you needed me the most. I took everything for granted, never considering you might leave: Jane, Im sorry<b>. </b><b>It’s </b>not that I don’t love you. I just ”


    He suddenly looked up, and we locked gaze in the mirror, his <b>eyes </b>reddened by the warmth, his gaze direct and passionate.