Chapter 269
“It’s my fault.” He said, quilt lacing his tone as he wrapped me in a gentle embrace, his voice filled with memorse and tendemess, “I never truly took the time to understand you before. I saw you as Independent, resilient, but never stopped to think from a husband’s perspective. To really get to know you, to cherish you”
“But I promise, 11 do better from now on ”
Before I could respond or reject him, he quickly added, “I have to head to the office now. Enjoy your breakfast. Let me know if there’s anything specific you want to eat, and I bring it over tomorrow”
“Bry…” Before I could finish, he was gone,
I glanced at the still steaming breakfast on the table and sat down to eat.
After all, wasting food was not an option.
Over the next few days, Bryant became as punctual as clockwork, appearing at my doorstep every morning without fail.
If I didn’t open the door, he didn’t linger, he just left the food hanging on the door.
Each breakfast was different and come with a sticky note.
“I remember you loved these when we had breakfast at the mansion. I didn’t need Gary’s reminder
“The weather forecast predicts snow this Sunday. Want to build a snowman together?”
“When will you let me in?”
“Jane, I miss you.”
Holding the sticky note, something inside me softened a bit, only for me to deliberately ignore it.
That day, the doorbell was relentless, signaling his determination to wait until I opened the door.
Reluctantly, I did.
1 need to talk to you in person today.”
Bryant didn’t come in. His gaze was fixed on me as he spoke abruptly. “No matter what happens, you need to trust me, okay?”
“It’s nothing.” His cool hand brushed my head as he spoke with gravity. “Just take care of yourself. Don’t listen, don’t look, don’t believe anything else.
He checked it, his expression darkening. Handing me my breakfast, he said, “7 might not be able to come by for a while, but someone will bring your meals. Please, take care of yourself.”
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