All Chapters of Triplets After Divorce: His Regret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows were overflowing with spring tide, making my heart beat faster. I instinctively leaned back and said, "I haven't finished my work yet." Bryce furrowed his brows and looked at the neatly arranged files on the desk. He asked softly, "How many more do you have?" I couldn't read his thoughts and pointed to a pile of files next to me, saying, "These ones." Bryce glanced at them. There were at least five or six files in that pile. He pursed his thin lips and said, "Take your time." Saying that, he sat down on the sofa, as if waiting for me to finish reading the files and leave with me. I felt uneasy. What did Bryce mean? I was really afraid of him now. "You..." I only managed to say one word before Bryce looked up at me. Under the light, his eyes were cold and deep, which made my heart skip a beat. "If you're busy, you can go first. You don't have to wait for me," I said. "I'm not busy." Bryce leaned back on the so

I looked into his eyes, the boiling hatred almost consuming me. Our marriage was not a union of love, but rather a prison of hate that kept us both trapped in this abyss. "I didn't do anything wrong," I said. Bryce sneered, "Okay, then tell me, why did the baby fall asleep while you two were chatting under the quilt?" I couldn't say anything. Bryce suddenly let go of me, taking a step back. The hatred in his eyes grew stronger, and he almost spoke out of revenge. "When the doctor handed me the six-month-old baby, do you know how I felt?" Tears unexpectedly fell from my eyes. I bit my lip tightly, not daring to cry out loud. My heart was in knots. Bryce wasn't satisfied with just hurting me. He gestured with his hand and said cruelly, "He was so small, not even as big as my fist, lying in a cold tray, without any signs of life. But the day before, he was still kicking my hand through your belly, playing games with me." "Stop talking..." I sobbed. His w

I was frightened, my eyes widened like copper bells, and my voice stuttered, "N-no, I can wash myself." Bryce nodded slightly with some regret and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I stood under the shower, and the warm water washed away my sickness. Outside the door, Bryce answered a call from Laurette's mother. She had a bad dream and woke up in the middle of the night. When she heard that Laurette had woken up, she felt relieved. Then she remembered Laurette's despondent appearance from the day before, and it worried her. "Bryce, are you and Laurette having a disagreement?" Laurette's mother asked carefully. Bryce leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket, looking out at the dark night. He replied calmly, "No, don't worry." "I know Laurette can be stubborn and willful. Since you two are married, you should be more patient with her. Actually, she's easy to coax," Laurette's mother said.

Laurette stared at the man in front of her, and she had to admit that he was really good-looking. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that contained autumn waves, with upturned corners, and a charming shape. His facial features were handsome and straight, and upon closer inspection, he even had a pointed chin. He usually had a strong aura, and few people dared to look directly at his face. Even Laurette only realized it today, and she shook her head to clear her mind. Bryce let go of her and stood up straight, adjusting his collar. "Get up, let's go." Laurette picked up her bag and stood up. The dinner was ruined by him, and she didn't need to stay here anymore. She followed Bryce out of the private room. The corridor was very quiet, with autumn maple leaves painted by a painter on both sides of the walls. The artistic conception was beautiful, like strolling in the autumn scenery, very romantic. Laurette followed closely behind him and noticed that he w

Five years ago at this time was a delicate moment, and Bryce couldn't help but think more about it. Looking at Laurette's eyes at this moment, it was as if there was a flame of expectation burning within them. Laurette pushed him, but he didn't move. There were footsteps passing by outside the door, and Laurette heard Beatrice's voice. She turned her head and remembered what Irene had said earlier about her first kiss in high school. Her heart felt sour, and she spoke with a bit of sarcasm, "Some people had their first kiss in high school while in a relationship. I wonder who was so lucky." Bryce was stunned, but a smile gradually filled his eyes. He raised his hand and pinched her chin, looking down at her sour and jealous face with increasing joy. "Laurette," Bryce suddenly called out her name. Bryce squinted her eyes and waited for him to continue. Bryce leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "The way you are now, I would think you're jealous." He said