FreeNovelChapter 260 1 frowned, catching the crux of the matter. For me? Did he get hurt this tbecause ofagain?" Kevin scratched his head. "Uh 1 racked my brains but couldn't think of any trouble I'd recently caused Bryant. We had barely even spoken these past few days.
Kevin hesitated, so I went straight to the point. "I'm just going to ask him myself if you don't tell me." Don't Kevin finally compromised, "It's about that abandoned building on the outskirts of town, remember?" I was shocked "How could I forget?" That was the place where my first kidnapping happened, not something easily forgotten. But I thought Bryant had that problem solved.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMentioning it, Kevin got a bit heated. "That jerk Janod, the bald guy, remember? He tried to force us to hand over the lot in West End. When he bit off more than he could chew, he crawled back to Mr. Ferguson, offering a deal but wanting an 80% cut. Mr. Ferguson disagreed I asked. "And then?" Kevin continued, "He got desperate and tried to invite' Mr. Ferguson to his turf two nights ago, hoping to force an agreement. But his guys, as dumb as bricks, caused a major car accident while trying to stop Mr. Ferguson's car." When hearing that my feelings were mixed. It was because of me.
Seeing my reaction, Kevin added, "Mrs. Ferguson, you know Mr. Ferguson doesn't like others fussing over him, and I'm not the caring type...
I clenched my hand. "I understand." After all, he brought himself the trouble while trying to savelast time.
When I entered again, Bryant was about to lie down, wincing from the pain of his injury.
"Why didn't you call for help?" I went over to assist him, letting him useto ease himself down.
"I don't need anyone else." He said it softly, pullingcloser, causingto nearly stumble onto his wounds, his eyes filled with anticipation, “Are you worried about me?" He seemed pleased with himself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI humedly got up, pressing my lips together. "I just found out it was trouble I caused you." If anything, I felt guilty. The gunshot wound from before nearly took Bryant's life, and because of me, he got injured again Bryant paused and softly said, “Don't listen to Kevin's nonsense. It's not your fault." "Not my fault?" I raised an eyebrow lightly. "If its not, I'll leave." He seemed to fear I'd leave, grabbing my hand, his eyes locked on mine, his voice deep, "It's not your fault. I did it willingly." I was momentarily frozen. It was hard not to be moved. Someone repeatedly getting hurt for me, someone I had wanted for so many years, saying something like that. How could it not stir something within me? Yet, I dared not continue the conversation, pulling my hand away to steady myself. "Would you like sfruit or maybe swater?" I had to guard my heart and look after him as I owed, and then we'd be even.
He watchedclosely, seeing right through me. "Are you scared?" The atmosphere bectense.
I confidently responded, "Scared of what?"
"Fear of falling back into... His soft voice trailed off as the nurse knocked and entered, "Mrs. Ferguson, I've brought safternoon tea for you and Mr. Ferguson." Then, she placed the various fruits and desserts from the tray onto the coffee table.
The tension dissipated, and I sighed in relief, turning casually to Bryant, "Which one do you want?"
"Doesn't matter." His mood had soured from the interruption, and his responses were less patient. I picked up a plate of fruit and brought it to the bedside, offering it to him. "Have sfr X
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