Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 159

I paused, glancing into the bag to find two exquisitely crafted velvet boxes. Inside were the gifts Timothy had prepared for the child.

A sharp, dense pain sliced through my heart as I spoke with a cold detachment, "These were from Timothy for the child. Since there's no child, you should keep them."

He glared at me, "Grandpa gave them to you. If you want to return them, return them to Grandpa."

I realized that trying to reason with him was utterly futile.

I pursed my lips. "Bryant, I can accept other things, but these are too valuable."

He blurted out without thinking, "They’re for you, not some stranger."

I clenched my fists, fighting the odd sensation in my chest, trying to stay rational. "We’re going to divorce. It's better to keep things clear."

"Clear?" Bryant's indifferent gaze lifted slightly at the corners, leisurely observing me.

I panicked for a moment, "Yes."

"With what shall we divide 'clear'?" He leaned back against the couch, his figure relaxed, casually saying, "We’ve been married for three years. You’ve seen every inch of my body and fully enjoyed my company in bed. God knows if you’ve secretly taken photos of me. I haven't even settled that score with you, and you want to clear things up?"

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I swore inwardly, ‘This man is impossible!’

I glared at him in frustration, grinding my teeth. "How shameless are you to say that? Haven’t you seen me naked? Didn't you enjoy it in bed?"

"You've seen me more times." His argument was nonsensical.

I was beyond words. "What's your proof?"

"Let you have another look right now." He said it casually, his long fingers reaching for the second obsidian button on his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, pleasing to the eye.