Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 202

"Slander him?" The rage sparked in his eyes as his face twisted into a scowl.

Seeing him flare up for nothing serious, I suddenly felt relieved. "Isn't that what you said, Bryant? That we should always have evidence."

With that, I turned and walked toward my room.

Behind me, Bryant was barely holding back his rage, sparing only a terse reply, "Six o'clock."

"Got it!" I didn't even look back.

My agreement wasn't for him but for Mark. I remembered how badly Mark got treated at the family chapel and suddenly wanted to be there for him tonight in case Violet tried to embarrass him again. It was my turn to have his back, especially with Mrs. Ferguson's influential name at my disposal. Why waste it?

After showering and getting ready, I applied some makeup.

For an occasion like this, simplicity and elegance were key. I opted for a tight black dress embroidered at the hems and knee-length, showing off my slender legs.

At six o'clock on the dot, in my lambskin heels, I was ready downstairs.

Hearing me, Bryant looked up. A glint of admiration passed through his eyes as he stood up, "Let's go."

I agreed, "Okay."

Having parked the car at the front, the driver hurried to open the door for us.

I got in first, sliding to the far side, and turned to look out the window. Silence filled the ride.

Bryant handed me a jewelry box as we neared the Larson Mansion. "For you."

I opened it to find an emerald necklace inside, obviously expensive and a perfect match for my dress.

As we spoke, the car slowly stopped outside the Larson Mansion. Violet was greeting guests at the entrance, and Mark stood aside, his tall figure emanating a chill, probably due to the outdoor temperature.

As I got off, our eyes met from a distance. Mark’s coldness faded, replaced with a smile. I responded with my own, an unspoken understanding passing between us.

Witnessing the exchange, Bryant seemed amused, biting his lip before offering his arm, "Arm in arm."

I looked at him, indifferent. "No thanks. Stand on your own."

Why should I comply with his whims, hiding or revealing our relationship as he pleased?

I couldn’t care less.

I was about to walk off when another car pulled up. Someone stepped out, bypassing me and hooking her arm around his. "Bry, I knew you were waiting for me."