Chapter 259


    I let my eyshes flutter down as I took a deep, silent breath. “It is different.”


    Deciding on divorce didn’t mean I wished any harm to him.


    Bryant sat on the bed, reaching out with his long arm to pull me closer, looking up at me. “What’s


    different?”


    His gaze


    had me all over the ce.


    I said, “Everything’s different. If anyone got hurt today, I’d be concerned.”


    “Anyone?” He echoed my words, his tone turning sharp. “If it had been Mark, would you have


    rushed over as quickly?”


    “Yes,” I answered without hesitation, as if to prove a point, adding, “Maybe even faster.”


    Mark was, after all, a good friend of mine. No one could remain indifferent to a friend getting hurt.


    The tenderness in Bryant’s eyes vanished instantly, reced by aggression. “And you’d be fine


    gazing at his bare chest just like this, shamelessly?”


    Only then did I realize he hadn’t put on a shirt after changing his bandages, his chest bare except


    for the gauze. His broad shoulders and well–defined muscles were on full disy. My thoughts had


    been solely on his injuries, not noticing his state of undress,


    I felt my cheeks heat up, but his words sparked my anger. “Yes, got a problem with that?”


    “Yeah.” He stubbornly pulled me closer, irrationally saying, “I won’t allow you to look at other men


    like that, especially Mark.”


    I retorted, “On what grounds?”


    “Because I’m still your husband.” Bryant enunciated every word, noticing my displeased expression,


    and then his tone softened. “Will you help me put on my shirt, please?”


    I didn’t refuse, picking up the shirt from the hospital bed and softly saying, “You should listen to the


    doctor and take care of yourself”


    He detected the underlying message, a sh of disappointment in his eyes. “You’re leaving?”


    “Yes,” I answered. Making sure Bryant’s life wasn’t in danger was enough for me. Just a look at him


    would reassure me. Anything more was unnecessary, only serving toplicate things for us.


    I bent down, temporarily removing the gauze from around his neck, stiffening slightly at his unusual


    body temperature. He had a fever. But it wasn’t my ce to worry with doctors and nurses around.


    As if I hadn’t noticed, I gently helped him into his shirt, carefully buttoning it up and straightening it.


    “There, I’ll be going now.”


    He hung his head like a sulking child, jaw clenched, silent.


    Exiting the room, Kevin, waiting outside, was somewhat surprised. “You’re leaving?”


    “Yes.” I nodded, and Kevin nced back into the room, closing the door gently, suggesting


    tactfully, “Mr. Ferguson was seriously injured. The doctors were reviving him for a good two or three


    hours. I’m a clumsy guy, afraid I won’t be able to take good care of him…”


    I understood his hint. Yet, I pretended as if I hadn’t, replying restrainedly, “Let the nurses take care


    of him. The staff here are very attentive.”


    Kevin sighed, “But no nurse is as good as a wife.”


    “Kevin, you know better than anyone that we’re getting a divorce. It’s not my ce to take care of


    him anymore.” I reminded him, somewhat helplessly.


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