Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 200

I flopped back onto the bed to read, but after some time, I realized I was holding the book upside down. A restless feeling started creeping up on me. I couldn't help but wonder about Bryant's condition. If it was because of that gunshot, it should have been me, not him.

With my thoughts in turmoil, I closed the book and decided to get some fresh air on the balcony. Then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gary's voice, "Mrs. Ferguson."

My steps quickened as I opened the door. "Gary, how's Bryant? Is he okay?"

Gary said, "Mr. Bryant's got a fever."

I let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was just a cold, but then Gary added, "It's the gunshot wound from the other day. It got infected. Mr. Bryant won't let anyone touch him and refuses to take his medicine."

"You're getting a divorce, and I shouldn't even be here, but he's been calling out for you in his sleep," Gary confessed.

My heart squeezed at those words. "I'll go see Bryant."

It was the least I could do.

Bryant's cheeks flushed with an unnatural pink, his breathing steady, but his brows furrowed as if troubled by a weighty concern.

Gary pointed to the medicine on the nightstand. "The doctor just prescribed these. They should help with the fever and infection."

I nodded. "Okay."

Gary said respectfully, "I'll leave you two alone then. Call if you need anything."

Once Gary left, it was just Bryant and me. I reached out to feel his forehead. It was burning.

As I was about to pull my hand away, he caught it, murmuring in a low voice, "Honey, Jane... why do you want a divorce? Please, don't leave me."