Chapter 134
I could tell he wasn’t joking around.
Chapter 134
And the last thing I wanted was for him to disturb Christine upstairs, so I gave in, “Fine.”
Before heading out, Christine did what Mark had done earlier, wrapping me in an extra-long down coat and even pulling a beanie over my head.
“Don’t think I’m being over the top.”
Christine tapped my forehead lightly, “Read online that cold vnds now could lead to headaches later.”
“Alright, alright, you’re the best.”
She meant well, and after agreeing with her multiple times, I casually slipped into a pair of shoes and headed downstairs.
Seeing me emerge from the apartment building, Bryant’s gaze vs deep, “Why all bundled up? You sick?”
“You care?”
I realized that I had lost the ability to have a decent conversation with him.
If he truly cared, even without knowing about my pregnancy, he should have checked on me after yesterday’s incident.
Regardless of the severity, I was hit by a car.
“Do you have to be so sarcastic?” he shot back.
I didn’t want to get tangled in a pointless argument, so I got straight to the point, “What do you want?”
I had no interest in bickering over trivial matters in the middle of the night.
He frowned, “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
I met his gaze coldly, “Why should I wait for you?”
And I was thankful that I hadn’t been foolish enough to wait.
It had been five or six hours since I left the hospital.
And yet, he had the audacity to ask me why I hadn’t waited for him.
As if in his mind, I should always stand where he wants me to, waiting for him to turn
around.
Bryant was never known for his patience, and he scoffed, “So eager to leave with him?”
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It took me a moment to realize he meant Mark
I had to admit, he was good at turning things around.
I breathed in the chilly night air, my voice detached, “Whatever you say. I’m going back up.” With that, I turned to leave.
“Jane.”
Suddenly, he was behind me, pulling me into his embrace, “It’s my fault, don’t be mad, okay?”
I was stunned to find myself in his arms, a new feeling of hel,
It took a while before I could muster a response, my voice we I’m just really bummed out, you know. It’s not like I’m fuming
essness washing over me.
y, “Mad? Bryant, I’m not. anything.”
Being angry before meant I hadn’t accepted his favoritism, hadn’t accepted that I wasn’t in his heart. So, every time, it was a huge blow, leaving me lost.
But not anymore, no matter what he did or chose now, it all see…ed expected, and it no longer stirred anything in me.
After saying this, I tried to step away from his embrace, but he held me tight, his voice growing urgent, “I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you yesterday, and I definitely shouldn’t have…”
“Hit me?” I managed a smile, though my eyes remained cold, “It’s okay, was just what I needed.”
It severed whatever emotional ties we had.
It shattered all the illusions I had about the boy in white from my memories.
nt that s/
He seemed to understand my coldness then, suddenly looking panicked, holding me even tighter, his voice anxious, “You resent me, don’t you?”