Lost Me Gained Regret

I paused for a moment before saying, "Maybe so."

We were both adults, and at this place in our relationship, we understood each other's actions all too well.

But I didn't want to put up with his blowing hot and cold. I got no time for that.

If we couldn't click, then it was best we each went our own way. That was the best choice. Tonight, we didn't gather for drinks, but for a poker night.

As we reached the private room's door, I suddenly needed to use the restroom. I told Christine and the others, and headed off.

After taking care of business, just as I rounded the corner from the restroom, I bumped into Mark.

He had just seen me too, raising his eyebrows with a smile, "I saw your name Ferguson Group's competition list. Looking forward to working together."

on the Feeling a bit sheepish, I smiled back, "Mark, it's just an opportunity to compete, whether I can...

I was cut off mid-sentence when suddenly a hand clamped down on my shoulder from behind, pulling me close with force.

Bryant glared at Mark with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.

"Got a habit of picking other guys' wives for collaborations?"

"What are you talking about?" I shot him a glare, then looked apologetically at Mark. "He's joking, Mark Don't take it to heart."

"He'll know if it's a joke or not."

Bryant dropped this line, his hand sliding from my shoulder to my arm, pulling me in the opposite direction.

I snapped, "Bryant, what are you doing?"

Bryant, decked out in a tailored black suit, flaunted a broad-shouldered figure as he took long strides. His presence was intimidating, almost menacing.

Hearing my protest, he didn't slow down or hesitate, but gripped me even tighter, leaving wiggle free. no room for me to I could only stumble after him, turning back in hopes Mark would relay a message to Christine, but I met Mark's cold, deep gaze instead. Then, in a blink, he was looking at me softly again.

It happened so fast, it seemed like my imagination.

But before I could say anything, I was whisked around a corner, Mark disappearing from my sight.

"Bryant! What in the world are you doing..."

He pushed open a private room door, dragging me in with him.

In the next moment, I found myself pinned against the ornate wooden door.

Looking up, I met his mocking gaze, his lips curled in derision, "Missing him already?"

I felt suffocated, and helpless, "You're insecure, so you assume everyone else has issues.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

too."

He scoffed, "Insecure about what?"

"You know exactly."

I threw his words right back at him.

Regardless, Mark shouldn't have been dragged into our mess.

Bryant, gritting his teeth, leaned in closer, his breath hot, "So eager to defend your darling?"

"Crazy."

I truly thought he and Margaret were a match made in heaven.

Both of them spoke without any logic, yet somehow managed to infuriate people beyond, belief.

I wanted to leave, but he blocked my path, his eyes scrutinizing, his voice as cold as thin ice) "so, you specifically invited him to join you, huh?"

I couldn't bother to explain anymore.

Those willing to believe you don't even need you to speak, And for those who don't any amount of words is futile.

Rather than draining myself, better to drive someone else mad.

I met his gaze head-on, "Even if I did invite Mark, with so many people around, what inappropriate thing could we possibly do? What about you? How many days have you spent with Margaret, just the two of you, what did you two... ugh!"