NovelEnglishI had to admit power was quite the commodity. With just a few words from Bryant, I realized I was well and truly trapped. If he wanted, he could have his bodyguards form a literal wall around me, making it impossible forto leave.
Lips pursed, I decided to turn around, bypassing him with a cold demeanor, and headed straight back to my room. And immediately, I locked the door behind me.
So, he wanted to confinethere? Fine, let him. After all, I was just a loaf at this point.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Ferguson Mansion lacked nothing. It provided good food, fine wine, and staff at beck and call. At most, I'd just wait out the cooling-off period for the divorce, and I'd be free.
Our room remained untouched. The housekeepers knew Bryant disliked anyone messing with his stuff, so their cleaning was limited to dusting and mopping.
Nothing was ever moved. My slippers, skincare stuff, books by the bed, hair ties, everything was just where I left them.
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193/193 However, the other half of the bed, Bryant's side, bore the signs of recent use.
I was surprised. He stayed in this room and hadn't erased any trace of my existence there.
Knock. Not long after I had finished showering, there was a knock on the door. I didn't move an inch, not wanting to engage.
Soon, Gary's voice cthrough. "Mrs. Ferguson." That gotup and heading for the door. "What is it?" Given Gary's unexpected betrayal, my tone was less than warm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGary didn't seem to mind and started awkwardly, "The housekeepers found Mr. Ferguson's clothes soaked in blood. I just checked on him, and his wound is still bleeding. He refuses to see a doctor. Maybe you could try talking to him." "Margaret can take care of it," I said firmly. "Or Teresa. He's always all ears with them."
"Mrs. Ferguson, Mr. Bryant... cares I about you. Mr. Timothy and I have! seemit
clear as day," Gary implored, voice filled with earnestness it's just that you two are too caught up to see it." At that, a sour twist went through my heart. Did Bryant care about me? That seemed far-fetched, almost like sfantasy.
Bryant was just in the next room. I knocked and heard a calm, "Cin." He wore a white bathrobe, tightly stretched across his back, stained with blood seeping through the fabric.
He continued to sift through documents without even looking up. "Gary, I said it's fine. Go to sleep."
"Gary's gone to bed." With a sense of shared burden, I I spoke He said reen, you're bleeding. I'm calling the family doc
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