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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 62

"No, not at all."

I scrambled for an excuse, "I was just grabbing something."

"That something?"

He gestured towards a delivery bag sitting on the dining table.

Feeling the awkwardness of being caught in a lie, I touched my nose, "Didn't I tell the delivery guy not to ring the bell?"

"He didn't ring the bell."

"Then how did you know?"

"He knocked."

I was speechless, internally cursing the delivery guy's cleverness.

Walking over, I started to unpack the bag, ready to dig in, when Bryant placed a steaming bowl of seafood chowder in front of me.

"Grandpa said you didn't eat much tonight, had the leftover seafood sent over."

"And the chowder...?"

"I made it."

Sitting across me, Bryant's face was serious, his voice calm and cool, "I took a shower before I cooked. You've been feeling under the weather, try to cut down on the takeout."

His words stopped me in my tracks, leaving me surprised.

He was telling me that he'd cleaned up, wasn't “dirty” anymore before he made the chowder, so I wouldn't find it disgusting.

I bowed my head, the steam from the chowder blurring my vision, and took several bites before I could compose myself.

"Bryant, you really don't have to do this."

It made me hesitant.

I hate indecision the most, don't want to become someone like that.

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