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!"Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
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.
Whether it was the early stages of pregnancy or something else, drowsiness had become my constant companion. Yet, at that moment, sleep eluded me. My body was tired, but my mind was alarmingly clear. I had planned to wait until we got home for an explanation. But the wait was agonizing I couldn't hold back any longer, my voice still calm. "What exactly is the relationship between you and Margaret?"
Was she his first love, or the one he loved but could never have?
Hearing that, Bryant slowed the car, replying calmly, "Margaret and I almost became something once."
I bit my lip, feeling as if my throat was blocked by a sponge soaked in water, struggling to find my voice. "Was it during your college days?"
Memories long buried began to surface. Bryant had been the golden boy of RiverCity University, my senior. With his handsome looks and the heir to the Ferguson Group, he was the epitome of charm and sophistication.
No girl could resist him. His backpack was always full of love letters from admirers. But before'l could confess my crush on him, rumors swirled that he had someone special in his heart. So, it was Margaret.
"How did you know?" Bryant glanced at me, surprised.
I turned to look at him, my voice heavy with unspoken emotions.m "Bryant you forgot. 1 was also a student at RiverCity University."
"Oh, right." He reverted to his usual calm demeanor. "Sorry, it's been a long ti Was it the passage of time, or was it indifference?
As I was about to say something, his phone began to vibrate.
Without looking, he hung up. The phone rang endlessly as if the caller wouldn't stop until the end.
Bryant hung up once more, his expression growing irritated. Om "Margaret's been spoiled by Teresa and my father."
I chuckled, taking his phone to block and delete the contact before handing it back. "There, peace at last."