I froze, finding Bryant both pitiful and detestable.
I couldn't tell if his emotions were genuine or just for show. And I didn't want to bother figuring it out. After all, it wouldn't be long before Bryant and I had nothing to do with each other.
I sniffled, forcibly waking Bryant up. "Take your medicine before you go back to sleep."
Knowing it was me, he didn't resist when I brought the medicine to his lips. Instead, he cooperated and obediently fell back asleep.
His fever was scorching, not something that would subside soon.
I asked Gary for some burn ointment and applied it to the burns on the inside of Bryant's wrist. I didnât return to my room until his fever started going down.
Thanks to Bryantâs generally good health and youth, Gary came the following morning to report that Bryant's fever had broken.
However, by the afternoon, a servant delivered several couture dresses. "Mr. Bryant wants you to accompany him to a gala tonight."
"A gala?" I was perplexed.
In our three years of marriage, since it was kept a secret, he had never taken me to any events outside of Ferguson family gatherings, always attending alone.
Gary nodded. "Yes, it's Gladys Larson's 80th birthday celebration."
It was as if I suddenly understood his intention of presenting me as a married woman in front of the Larson family, cutting off any thoughts I might have of marrying Mark.
How ridiculous. Bryant seemed more reasonable when he was sick.
I frowned. "Where is Bryant?"
"In the study..." Before Gary could finish, I had stormed off, pushing open the study door. "Bryant, are you out of your mind? I told you, there's nothing between me and him..."
I stopped mid-sentence, my face turning red as if someone had choked me.
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 200 He was in the middle of a video conference! Even though I was right, facing Bryant's mocking brown eyes made me lose my steam. How embarrassing.
"Ah, Jane, right? Nice to meet you!" A voice from the computer screen greeted me cheerfully. "Jane, are you trying to cuckold Bryant? If so, you're the coolest person in my book."
...
I could have walked away immediately but was stuck, trying to save face. "No, no, carry on with your meeting."
"Get lost." Bryant's voice was cold, and I thought he meant me, but he just hung up the video call and approached me. "So angry about going to the Larson's gala?"
"I think it's unnecessary." I looked up at him. "Bryant, don't think so lowly of me. People have a grace period after breaking up, let alone divorce. I'm not you. You don't need to be so defensive around me."
"Jane," He eyed me, a smirk on his lips. "Haven't you noticed? You don't think too highly of me, either."
"What other reason could there be for you taking me to the gala?" I said coldly.
His gaze deepened. "To show you why I've been telling you to stay away from Mark."
I retorted, "He's better than you, at least."
Mark had never hurt me and had helped me repeatedly.
But my words seemed to hit a nerve. Bryant laughed coldly and sneered, "Defending him even before we're divorced? I've told you he's no good, but you won't keep your distance?"
"And what about you?" My anger flared. "Did you believe what I told you? And why do you get to slander Mark? Why should I stay away from him when Margaret is the one who harmed my child, and yet you haven't kept your distance from her!"
His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions