Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 303

It seemed he was planning a big event. To those in the know, Gregory was changing the locks. But to others, he might look like he was engaging in some ancient ritual.

I finally put two and two together. "Is this... your missing fiancée's garden?"

Gregory's thick lashes fluttered as he shot me a glance. "You know the answer, so why ask?"

"You..." I couldn't help but blurt out, "Have you ever considered what if you can't find her?"

He stared me down, his eyes narrowing, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Then I certainly won't settle down for anyone, including you."

"Stop flattering yourself." I nearly choked on my words. "Someone like you? I wouldn't take you even if you were the last guy in the world."

Having been burned by Bryant's unrequited love once was enough for me. From then on, I'd steer clear of men haunted by the ghost of a past love.

And who was he? The heir of the Ford dynasty, a legacy five generations deep.

As a divorced woman, what right did I have to even dream of becoming part of their family? Besides him, his family would probably chase me out with pitchforks.

"Mr. Ford, Ms. Webster." The butler ran over, out of breath. "I've been looking everywhere for you two. Lady Ramona was asking for you."

When we returned to Ramona's garden, Bryant and Dorothy were there, too.

Dorothy was on the verge of a meltdown. "Grandma, you're seriously not attending mine and Bryant's engagement party?"

Unperturbed by his lack of decorum, Gregory's smirk grew wider. "Dorothy, what right do you have to compare yourself to her? Her influence is why you're here commanding attention."

That single statement had metaphorically trampled Dorothy into the dirt. It was as if he was saying an imitation daring to compare itself to the original.

Bryant, who had once stood by me, stepped forward to protect Dorothy, his gaze icy. "Mr. Ford, regardless of your thoughts, she is my fiancée."

"Is that so?" Gregory's laugh came with implication. "If she truly manages to marry into the Ferguson family, I might respect her."

Bryant's eyes widened, and he quickly changed the subject before Dorothy could catch the hidden meaning. "Whether you respect her isn't the point."

"Oh." Gregory seemed unbothered, his gaze sweeping over me before resting on Dorothy with a half-smile. "Do you think he's that into you?"