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<b>Chapter </b><b>331</b>
“Bryant, in your envisioned grand n, am I supposed to be grateful and teary–eyed by now?” I asked sarcastically.
“No.”
Avoiding my gaze, Bryant loosened his tie with one hand, “I just hoped life could be a bit easier for you.”
<b>“</b>Sure.”
I didn’t rush to disagree, speaking softly, “So, name your price. Pull your shares out of Janedream, get rid of that 51% stake<b>, </b>and I’ll breathe easier.”
From the start, it seemed we never truly understood each other.
He once saw me as a weed in the desert, barely sparing me a nce. And now, he treated me like a rose in a greenhouse, too delicate to handle anything rough.
As for me? I’d lost all trust in him.
Why insist on staying together then?
He suddenly looked at me, his lips a tight line, “Jane…”
I smiled, “Didn’t you say you wanted me to have it easy<b>?</b><b>”</b>N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
“With RF backing you up, you’ll have it easy.”
I looked down at the bustling traffic below the skyscraper, and after a moment of silence, I felt a wave of mncholy, “Bryant, you’ve never understood what I truly want. You haven’t even given me the basic respect I deserve.”
“I know…<b>”</b>
“What do you know?”
As I spoke, my feelings were a tangled mess. “Before you decided to invest, did you ever respect my wishes? Did you even let me know that you were the one investing in Janedream?!<b>”</b>
“What are your wishes then?”
Bryant, unusually humble, his noble features softened with emotion, “Alright, I promise, from now on, I’ll respect your wishes as much as possible…”
I couldn’t help but interrupt him, “My wish is that I have nothing to do <b>with </b>you!”
He dismissed the idea without a second thought, “That’s impossible.”
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I gave a knowing smile. “See? All that respect <b>and </b>good intentione from what you want,
The person he wanted to satisfy was never me; it’d always been himself.
Bryant frowned deeply, his expression turning cold, “Have you always thought this way?”
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<b>“</b>When you were putting up with Margaret making a fuss daily, you said it was just to repay a favor.”
Bringing these up<b>, </b><b>I </b>was surprisingly calm, “When Dorothy showed up<b>, </b><b>you </b>dropped a few words to make me trust you and then pushed me away.”
“Even now<b>, </b>your eagerness to reconcile is just because <b>you’re </b>not <b>used </b>to being alone.”
“Did you ever ask me, through everything, did you ever ask me what I think<b>?</b><b>”</b>
“My thoughts never mattered.”
“You only care about how you feel. As for me, as long as I <b>don’t </b>die or leave you, satisfying your asional possessiveness is all I’m needed for.”
As I spoke, Bryant’s initially cold expression revealed a hint of remorse, “Jane, it’s not like you think. I might not know how to love someone, I’ve disappointed <i>you </i>a lot, but it wasn’t for the reasons you think.”
“Bryant.”
Under his puzzled but earnest gaze, I slowly said, “I won’t reconcile <b>with </b>you.
Being his wife was too difficult, too exhausting
Even now<i>, </i>thinking back on everything, it all still tasted bitter.
Bryant seerned to have a lot he wanted to say, his voice tight, “No matter what, you won’t forgive me<b>?</b><b>”</b>
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Whether I forgive you or not isn’t important. You should ask our child if she forgives you.”
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