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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel 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.

Finally, as nine o'clock rolled around, Timothy's usual bedtime, we were ready to leave.

"You're a married man now. You need to act responsibly!" Timothy warned Bryant sternly as he walked us to the yard. "Be good to Jane. Don't think you can push her around because she doesn't have family backing!"

I felt a lump form in my throat.

Bryant smiled lightly, nodding. "Don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt her, not even myself."

"Dear child, if anything troubles you, come to me. I'll take care of it." Timothy patted my head affectionately.

I smiled back. "I will visit soon. Please go rest."

On the way home, I sat in the passenger seat, fighting off sleep.

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