Chapter 57 Regret
That night, Bryce deliberately stopped by his best friend Randall's nightclub to vent his frustration. He needed some entertainment tonight; at least alcohol would calm him down and finally put him to sleep.
"Hey, bro! It's been a long time since I've seen you. It's not even the weekend yet, and you're here alone. Tell me, what's wrong?" asked Randall, sitting down next to Bryce and patting him on the shoulder.
Randall had been watching Bryce pour whiskey into the shot glass in front of him. It was a sign of a man who was depressed.
Bryce, who had just downed the whiskey, snorted in annoyance. "I don't understand why women are always so confusing."
"Who do you mean? Your ex-wife?" asked Randall.
Bryce snorted in annoyance and leaned back on the sofa, then said again, "Who else? She's the only one who's been upsetting me lately."
Bryce was disappointed with what Lily had done today, but he couldn't keep thinking about it. However, what Rossie had been doing lately always stuck in his mind, as if something was tickling his heart.
"Oh, I understand, especially since your ex-wife is extraordinary, even... I can't help myself," said Randall, rubbing his lips.
"What are you thinking?" Bryce shouted, feeling uncomfortable because his friend seemed to be imagining something dirty about Rossie.
Randall just chuckled and ignored Bryce's words. He provoked him even more. "Do you think she's sexy? How is she in bed?"
Bryce clenched his fists and said again, "Who do you mean is sexy? Rossie?"
Bryce then laughed out loud. As if he had discovered something new, Randall's eyes widened.
"Why? Are you unhappy with what I said? Wasn't your marriage to Rossie just a contract marriage? Why are you so angry? Ha ha, I know, every man has a big ego and can't stand seeing a beautiful, sexy woman near him. I understand if you can't reveal your bedroom secrets with Rossie to me!"
Randall patted Bryce on the shoulder, then picked up his shot glass and drank the whiskey.
Bryce gasped and clutched his shot glass tightly. Randall's words really angered him. Randall spoke as if he had seen Rossie's naked body and they had been intimate.
"Damn it!" Bryce cursed silently.
"What are you talking about? I've never even touched her!" said Bryce, his cheeks slightly reddening. He quickly gulped down the drink in his glass.
That's when Randall gasped in surprise. "You haven't touched her? Oh my God! So you guys sleep in separate rooms? Why are you so stupid?"
"Huh! I don'tdon't to. This marriage is full of lies, and I don'tdon't her. I don'tdon't Rossie!” Bry"e said again as he grabbed his shot glass.
They both poured whiskey into their shot glasses and drank it.
“Oh, "ou don'tdon't to touch her, is it because of Lily?” Ran"all asked curiously.
“Lily"”
Ra"dall nodded, “Yes,"didn'didn'tspend more time with her than with your wife when you were still married? You didn'didn't realize that your wife had charm.”
“W"at"are you saying? Don'tDon'tare Rossie to Lily!” Bry"e then wrapped his arm around RandaRandall's as if to choke him, immobilizing him.
Randall coughed after Bryce released his grip. “I th"ught you already knew. I heard that Rossie was almost attacked at the auction today. If it werenweren'tyour half-brother stepping in to defend her, she would have been torn to pieces. This is so unfair!”
Br"ceBryce's wavered, and he seemed to sink into his memories. “My m"ther suffered from depression and couldcouldn'td GeralGerald'srs and cold treatment. Until she finally died, and I had no one left.”
Br"ce exhaled deeply and continued talking. "I wa" alone and always in despair at that time. Until one day, someone tried to kidnap me. I almost died then, and luckily Lily saved me. She stayed with me until I regained consciousness in the hospital."
Br"ce rolled up his long-sleeved shirt and revealed a long scar on his left hand. For more than ten years, he had hidden it.
Randall just sighed deeply without saying anything.
"This"scar would have been much deeper if Lily hadn'hadn'tved in time. Since then, she has been my only friend. She took such good care of me, cooked for me, and always listened to me. At that time, I no longer felt alone. She gave me the hope to keep living. From that moment on, in my eyes, she was a good woman, and I promised myself I would marry her. So, no matter what happens, I have to keep that promise.“
Ra "dall smiled slightly.
”So y" u owe her?“
Br "ce nodded.
”But " eople can change. You two havenhaven't together for so long. Do you still recognize her? What if you find that she'sshe'sming further and further from the person you know? What will you do? Would you still force yourself?
“Yes,"you are grateful for her presence in your life, and yes, you still have to repay her kindness. But Bryce, we must not lose sight of right and wrong, and we must not unquestioningly support someone. You have to be able to see more clear"y!”
Bryce smoothed his shirt again. He was lost in thoughts of Rossie, who was so pure and innocent. He had never seen Rossie fight for wealth and status the way Catherine did.
His heart trembled, and he took another sip of alcohol"
“Ayou're're so obsessed. Onyou've've made up your mind, nothing can pull you aw"y,” Randall teased, picking up his shot glass again and clinking it againBryce'se's.
After that, they left the club and headed for their respective cars. Their personal drivers were waiting at the door"
“Randall, I have a questi"n.” After holding it in all night, Bryce finally stopped his friend to as".
“What do you want to a"k?” Randall replied.
Bryce hesitated for a moment. Then, he asked in a low voic", “Why is Rossie challenging me now, even thoushe'se's not trying to convince me of anything" It'st's simple. If a woman does this, it means sdoesn'tn't care anymo "!“ Randall replie" Doesn'tn't care about wh "?“ Bryce asked again" She'se's divorced you. So why would she care about what you think? She may have lost all hope of being your wife now. With your cruel attitude and words all this timit'st's natural that she would be so hurt. If I were Rossie, I might look for someone to beat you up!
After saying this, Randall got into his car and waved his hand at Bryce. The luxury car drove away from him.
Meanwhile, Bryce was still standing there with his fists clenched and his fingers white. He imagined strangling himself, suffocating himself.