Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 243

It wasn't so much sadness as it was envy. If Mom were still alive, she'd also look out for me.

I murmured in my heart, ‘Mom... Oh, how I miss you.’

"What are you blubbering about?" Out of nowhere, from behind a massive pillar in the parking lot, Gregory emerged, frowning at me. "Weren't you all gung-ho about getting that divorce? Can't bear to leave after just a few words exchanged?"

I hastily wiped away my tears, sniffed, and mumbled, "It's not that. The wind's strong out here. Got something in my eye."

"Ah." He saw right through my lie, his sarcasm biting. "For something in your eye, you're quite the crybaby."

What a terrible joke.

Yet, my foul mood lifted a bit. "Didn't you say you'd wait in the car? What are you doing out here?"

"Got stuffy." He dropped those words and wandered ahead.

As we got into the car and the heater kicked in, I suddenly realized how cold I'd been from head to toe. It chilled me to the bone.

The silver Pagani roared to life, merging swiftly onto the main road.

I gathered my thoughts. "What was the real reason you asked me here today?"

At first, I thought maybe he needed a date. Then, it seemed like he was dragging me in as some actress. I wasn't so sure.

In the slow-moving city traffic, with frequent red lights, even a sports car could only stop and go.

Gregory glanced at me. "What do you think?"

"To make me see the truth, to stop me from competing with your dear god-sister, Dorothy, over a man," I said.

"Idiotic. Didn't you say I ruined your plan the other day?" He rested one hand lazily on the window sill, the other on the steering wheel. "I'm giving it back to you now."

I paused, realizing he was talking about the missing Ms. Myers.

I raised an eyebrow. "With you being so devoted, it's funny that Susan still worries your parents think you might do something drastic, like marrying me."

Gregory sighed. "She's a worrywart."

As we spoke, the car entered the River Villa's garage. He parked swiftly, giving me a slight smirk. "And you better not harbor any delusions about me. I could never fall for you."

"Got it, got it. Just get over yourself." I grumbled, exiting the car and heading for the elevator alone.

Once out of the elevator, we went our separate ways. When spotting a cake box at my door, surprise took over. Bending down, I lifted it, peering through the transparent side to see a note inside. “Jane, happy birthday. Wishing you all the best.”

Hearing the noise, Gregory turned back to look, his gaze shifting, curiously asking, "A birthday cake? Your birthday's today, too?"