Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 194

"I know how to change bandages, and I've also got medicine." Bryant stood up and walked over, each step pressing down on my heart like a weight. "I'll teach you how to change it."

"Well, you might as well do it yourself." With that, I turned to leave.

"Jane." He suddenly grasped mine, his voice gravelly with emotion, "It hurts."

Those two words alone were enough to shatter my defenses. After all, it was a gunshot wound. I couldn't take it lightly.

I eyed him suspiciously. "Bryant, when did I ever miss that you're such a drama king?"

He looked down casually. "So, are you falling for this act?"

"No." I dropped the word and turned to leave, only for him to pull me back forcefully. He lowered his proud head for the first time, his voice softening, "It hurts."

At that moment, I wanted to kick myself. ‘Jane, you're such a pushover.’

But thinking of his wound, I couldn't bring myself to be harsh. It was true that feeling sorry for a man would make a woman’s life a terrible mess.

"Where's the medicine?" I capitulated.

"On the sofa," his voice was gentle.

When I picked up the bag from the sofa and returned, he was already sitting by the bed, his gaze following my every move.

Opening the bag, I found everything there, including the gauze, iodine, and clotting agents. It was as if everything was ready except for the nurse who would help him.

I looked at him, puzzled. "Were you waiting for Margaret to play nurse?"

‘That's unlikely. Margaret's with your father.’ I added silently to myself.

Bryant frowned. "Jane, Jane, what use is your brain anyway? Is your head simply there to add a few inches to your height?"

Unexpectedly, I ran smack into Bryant just as I stepped out of my room.

He was in a meticulously tailored black suit, tall and imposing, with an aura of aloofness and dignity about him. However, his gunshot wound seemed to have worsened, and his back hunched.

I wondered, "Why haven't you left yet?"

He sneered, "Are you that afraid of me?"

"For your information, there's a fundamental difference between fear and disdain." I had barely finished speaking when I saw his expression darken, and suddenly, I felt a burst of exhilaration.

Suddenly, a servant hurried upstairs, approaching quickly. "Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, good morning. Lady Teresa and Miss Margaret have returned."

I frowned at Bryant incredulously. "You allowed this?"