Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 320

I couldn't hear a thing. But Susan spoke so slowly, and I could read her lips. Before I could look away, a figure hurried past me. It was Richard.

Soon after, the sound of things tossed around echoed from the living room, followed by a muffled argument. I heard my name and Bryant's. It was about a scandal online.

Finally, a clear shout of anger burst from Richard, “She's spoiled and stubborn, and you just have to join in the folly? Let her keep kneeling in the snow, and what will people say...”

Suddenly, the snow stopped. It took me a moment to realize a shadow loomed over me.

Looking up, I saw a pure black umbrella. Beneath it was Gregory's deep eyes.

His face was expressionless as he handed me the umbrella. “Can you hold this?”

I rubbed my frozen hands together. “Yeah, I think so...”

Before I finished, he thrust the handle into my hand. The next moment, the man in a black leather jacket knelt, silently scooped me into his arms, and quickly stood up. His steps were big and fast.

Richard and Susan rushed out.

Susan opened her mouth first. “Greg, weren’t you supposed to visit Adah in Vista Town? How come...”

Without stopping, Gregory replied, “Instead of worrying about me, you should figure out how to clean up Dorothy's mess!”

Susan choked on her anger, “So now, taking someone away from the Myers family doesn’t require a word to me or Richard?”

Gregory smirked, “I've never been one to announce my moves.”

Sensing the moment, the driver stepped out to open the rear door before Gregory reached the car.

Furious, she clung to Richard, refusing to let Gregory go. “Call his dad! I want to see if his dad also condones his nonsense!”

“Enough! If we don’t let them go now, do you want to embarrass the Myers family...” Richard's patience wore thin, but his remaining words were cut off as Gregory closed the car door from the other side.

The black car slowly drove away from the mansion.

Gregory glanced at my knee, his brow furrowing, “Jane, you are something, always getting yourself into such a mess.”

I looked down, silent.

He tossed a towel he had taken from the trunk into my lap. “Are your knees okay?”