Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 253

He liked it, so naturally, I loved it, too. How could it feel forced?

Bryant’s deep eyes sparkled intensely. “I’m not unwilling, either. Come on, eat up.”

My heart ached for him. “You know your stomach has been acting up.”

“You’ve been putting up with it for three years. Can’t I handle it just this once? You’re underestimating me.” He said earnestly.

I lowered my gaze. “Fine, if you insist.”

After dinner, he offered to do the dishes, leaving me guilt-free to continue my work.

It was different with Mark. If Mark did the dishes, I’d feel a twinge of guilt since we were just friends. But with Bryant, I’d taken care of him for three years. His cooking and doing the dishes didn’t seem too much to ask.

“Got any painkillers?” I was deep into planning the style for our company’s first batch of new products when Bryant, rubbing his stomach, made his way to the couch beside me.

I almost chuckled, getting the pills and placing them before him. “So much for not underestimating you, huh?”

His stomach issues started when he first took over the Ferguson Group. Facing resistance at every turn, he’d often skip meals to settle shareholder disputes and manage his team, not to mention the endless social drinking on an empty stomach. It was a recipe for disaster.

Bryant looked into my eyes. “You’ve changed a lot.”

I asked, “In what way?”

His lips pursed slightly, “You used to panic seeing me in pain.”

I paused before replying, “Back then, love clouded my judgment.”

Seeing him unwell, I would scramble for any home remedy I could find, brewing stomach-soothing broths daily. I’d avoid flaunting our relationship before the board, waiting instead for him to come home and drink it.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, pulling me close. “And now?”

Caught off guard, I fell into his embrace, his familiar scent overwhelming me. The warmth of his body seared my skin, and my heart skipped a beat. Tension spread between us.