Chapter 269

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?”

An uneasy feeling washed over me, “What do you mean?”

“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.

I was about to press for answers when his phone rang.

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.”

Then, he answered the call and left with a stern look.

Could it be something to do with Jarrod that was still unresolved?

ེ ར ཎྜ ཇ ཅ ཆ ཇ ཏྲ ན ན

But whatever it was with Jarrod, it shouldn’t make Bryant this cautious.

After breakfast, I browsed the news online but found nothing of note.

Later, I received a message from Gregory

“Almost pick–up time. Don’t forget.”

2nd gate, RiverCity University.

He didn’t even provide a name or a photo of the person I was supposed to meet.

I messaged back asking for the name, to which he replied, “Just wait for her to find you.”

Sighing. I grabbed my car keys and headed out.

As I started the car, ready to leave, a cold blade suddenly pressed against my neck from behind.

My whole body went numb as I slamched on the brakes, “Who are you? How did you get in my car?”

“Drive. Don’t stop.” The voice was chilling, and though his face was hidden behind my seat, his large build was evident through the rearview mirror.

When I hesitated, the blade pressed closer, causing a slight pain. Through gritted teeth, he ordered, “I said drive! Out of the garage, then down Harmony Street. Keep going”