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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 259

I let my eyelashes flutter down as I took a deep, silent breath. "It is different."

Deciding on divorce didn't mean I wished any harm to him.

Bryant sat on the bed, reaching out with his long arm to pull me closer, looking up at me. "What's different?"

His gaze had me all over the place.

I said, "Everything's different. If anyone got hurt today, I'd be concerned."

"Anyone?" He echoed my words, his tone turning sharp. "If it had been Mark, would you have rushed over as quickly?"

"Yes," I answered without hesitation, as if to prove a point, adding, "Maybe even faster."

Mark was, after all, a good friend of mine. No one could remain indifferent to a friend getting hurt.

The tenderness in Bryant's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by aggression. "And you'd be fine gazing at his bare chest just like this, shamelessly?"

Only then did I realize he hadn't put on a shirt after changing his bandages, his chest bare except for the gauze. His broad shoulders and well-defined muscles were on full display. My thoughts had been solely on his injuries, not noticing his state of undress.

I felt my cheeks heat up, but his words sparked my anger. "Yes, got a problem with that?"

"Yeah." He stubbornly pulled me closer, irrationally saying, "I won't allow you to look at other men like that, especially Mark."

I retorted, "On what grounds?"

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