Lost Me Gained Regret

"He won't hurt Margaret," I said, shaking my head with a mix of resolve and resignation.

That would only happen if he ever found out the real reason behind his mother's death. Maybe then, just maybe, he'd change his attitude towards Margaret.

But until that day, it seemed nearly impossible.

Speaking of which, it baffled me why Timothy never spilled the beans to Bryant. I guess a trip back to the Ferguson Mansion was overdue to finally get some answers.

Near the end of lunch, I steered the conversation back on track, "By the way, Chris, did you manage to snag those concert tickets?"

Christine had far more connections within the company than I did.

When the concert was announced, I immediately asked her to help me get tickets.

Christine pointed upwards, rolling her eyes, "For some reason, this time tickets are exclusively available through the CEO's office. Everyone got just one; no extras."

"Only from the CEO's office?"

"Yeah. If you really want them, why not ask Bryant while he's trying to win you over? He could probably get you as many as you want."

"I'd rather not."

Keeping a clear boundary between Bryant and me seemed for the best.

Though, that was merely my side of things.

No sooner had I returned to my office than Bryant's call came through.

I walked over to the window to answer, greeted by his magnetic voice on the other end.

"Are you free Saturday night? Want to go to a concert together?"

"You've got extra tickets, huh?"

I wasn't going to ask, but if it was offered, I had to consider Linda.

"Yes."

"Can I get two tickets?" Linda would likely want to bring a friend; better safe than sorry.

"I'll have Kevin bring them down to you."

"Alright."

"And you?"

"What?"

"I've answered two of your questions. You haven't answered any of mine," he said, his voice dropping lower.

Caught off-guard, I replied softly. "I'm free."

The years I spent loving without being loved back were underscored by Eason's music.

Now, attending this concert with him felt like a formal goodbye, a respectful and graceful end to my eight years of one-sided love.

Moving back in with Bryant wasn't as comfortable as it had been in our earlier days. Rekindling a relationship isn't as simple as piecing back a broken mirror.

Fortunately, Bryant's work kept him busy, often out late.

He'd leave before I woke and return after I'd gone to bed.

One night, I was startled awake by incessant doorbell ringing. Peering through the peephole, I saw Kevin struggling to support a tall, imposing figure: Bryant.

His eyes were half-closed, a bit dazed, but his jawline was as sharp as ever, emitting an even more daunting aura than when sober.

Had he been drinking?

I opened the door, "Had too much to drink?"

"No," Kevin replied quickly, "Mr. Ferguson mentioned you've been avoiding alcohol lately, so he's been drinking less at social events."

Kevin, usually so easygoing, looked visibly upset, "He only had one drink tonight but someone messed with it. My fault for not watching out."

"Who would pull such a dirty trick?" I frowned.

Such low blows weren't uncommon in the business world, but given Bryant's status, it was a bold move.

"It was..." Kevin started to explain, but Bryant, lifting his eyelids slightlym interrupted in a hoarse voice, a clear En warning, "Kevin."

He didn't want me involved.

I didn't push further and helped Kevin get him to the couch. Even through uch his clothes, could feel his feverish heat, which alarmed me

"Why didn't you take him to the hospital?"

Kevin touched his nose awkwardly, "Mr. Ferguson insisted on not falling into another trap, said he had to come back to you."

To me? As someone on the verge of becoming his ex-wife, I wondered what use I could be.

With a sigh, I asked, "Did you call the family doctor?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"No, he's out of the country this week, and Mr. Ferguson doesn't trust the other doctors."

"Mrs. Ferguson, sorry to trouble you."

Before I could respond, Kevin left me with those words, heavy with implication, and made a quick exit.