Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 419

Hearing that, Bryant seemed to freeze for a moment, a mix of shock and disappointment crossing his face.

After a brief silence, he looked at me unexpectedly. "Not even a lie?"

"You were never much of a liar," I replied with a smile, feeling at ease.

In the past, I had heard too much. He always was someone who disdained lying.

"She ran away from home, I have to find her."

"She got a divorce, I'm worried she might do something rash."

"She got into a car accident while speeding, I can't rest easy if I don't go see her."

And later on, he didn't even bother with excuses, it was just: "I'm going to see her."

It was always about his sister. He couldn't just ignore her.

It seemed that having this connection meant that if I showed even a slight concern, I was being petty. To object was unthinkable, almost akin to committing a crime.

Quite ironic. This was the boomerang effect everyone talked about online.

Bryant probably never thought this day would come. His grip on his cutlery loosened, and with a clatter, it fell onto the porcelain plate, the sound crisp and out of place in the quiet, music-filled restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, "Do you really have to go?"

As I stood up, grabbing my purse, I half-jokingly said, "This is just unfair. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave. Besides, I'm single now."

Since it's a boomerang, might as well be buy one, get one free.

I didn't look back to see his expression as I strode out of the restaurant.

My car was parked at the rehabilitation center, and today being a holiday, the traffic was a nightmare.

If I went back for my car before heading to Gregory's, it would take an extra two or three hours. Might as well go straight to Gregory's.

Even getting a ride-share took forever because of the long queue. The streets were crowded, and every now and then, young couples would share a quick kiss, then look at each other with dopey smiles.

Youth is wonderful. Their love was so open and enviable.

When I arrived at the location Gregory gave me, I realized that this apartment complex was the same one he had given me a unit in two years ago.

I got out of the car and texted him.

[Edith, what's the apartment number?]

He replied instantly, [Building 6, Unit 1, 5th Floor]

Same building, same unit. Just below mine.

If it weren't for the one-apartment-per-floor setup, we'd probably be across the hall from each other.

I put my phone away and confidently made my way to the door, ringing the bell.

As if on purpose, it took several minutes before the door was pulled open, accompanied by a lazy, "Who is it?"

The man leaning lazily in his wheelchair lifted his sharp, piercing face, appearing casual but with a hint of impatience.

Pretending ignorance, I played along, "Edith said your leg was hurting, asked me to check on you."