Chapter 262
A few days ago, Susan asked me if I was a good match for Bryant. Then, nothing had happened yet, so I didn’t think much of it. Butt being aggressively questioned by Dorothy, accusing me of holding him back, I hesitated.
After all, Bryant has been injured several times recently, all because of me. The moment that question hit me, I wondered if everything would have been different if Bryant had married Dorothy.
The Myers family was wealthy and influential. Dorothy wouldn’t just avoid causing Bryant trouble. She could also significantly boost his endeavors. Their combined strengths could achieve more than I could ever imagine. But with me, it felt like I could hardly help him.
The sharp pain from hitting my lower back against the corner of the cabinet suddenly seemed trivial.
Facing Dorothy’s righteous indignation, I was speechless for the first time. Without a prestigious family background, I was a drag on Bryant, a calamity to him. I was the reason he spent hours in the emergency room. I was the reason he lay unconscious in the hospital for two days and a night.
In my silent moment, Bryant suddenly chuckled, his voice cold and detached, “Ms. Myers, you don’t love me, do you?”
“I do!” Dorothy’s neck stiffened as she insisted, “I do love you, and I won’t marry anyone but you!”
“Is that so?” Bryant pulled me closer, his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand. “Do you love me or the idea of marrying into the Ferguson family?”
His deep–set eyes fixed on me, filled with affection. “If I wasn’t the head of the Ferguson family, she would still be my wife. And you? Would you still insist on marrying me?”
In just a few words, Bryant tore away the facade of dynastic marriages. I had thought Dorothy genuinely loved Bryant.
But after hearing Bryant’s words, Dorothy’s frustration turned into rage. “What’s the point of such worthless love? I want to marry you, whether for love or a powerful alliance. Doesn’t that matter?”
“Why don’t you go for Mark, then? He’s single.” Bryant smiled, playing with my hand.
Dorothy was blunt. “He’s got a scheming stepmother and a tough grandmother–too complicated. I’d rather he completely took over the Larson family. My family would have to invest a lot in connections and resources. You’re more suitable. Timothy is gone, and the Ferguson Group is in your hands. Your dad is only interested in women. Marrying you is like the saying goes, ‘a man with a car and a house and no parents to interfere. You’re the best choice.”
When hearing that, Teresa’s face darkened. Teresa had worked hard to support Dorothy’s ascent, only to be dismissed outright, even mentioning the lack of parents as an advantage.
Unable to hold back, Teresa interjected, “Ms. Myers, that’s a bit…”
“What’s wrong with what I said?” Dorothy frowned, looking down from her high horse. “You’re not seriously considering a stepmother as
real mother, are you? Just play the part at home. No need to embarrass us out here.”
Embarrassed and red–faced, Teresa looked toward Bryant, hoping he’d defend her.
After all, Bryant had often sided with his stepmother over his wife out of gratitude.
Unexpectedly, Bryant seemed indifferent, merely smiling. “The thing is, Ms. Myers, as perfect as I might be in your eyes, I’m already mamed.”
His tone was casual yet firm. As Bryant spoke, his fingertips traced softly across my palm, sending a pleasant shiver like a feather’s touch, electrifying my entire being.