Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 335

I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. "Yeah, that's right. What about you? Christmas is here; when are you heading back?"

Even if the deal with Gregory didn’t go through, I still had to make the trip. The custom-made dresses for Ramona and Adah needed to be delivered. After all, it wasn’t just about the items, but the service too. Besides, Janedream was counting on these two ladies to help boost its reputation. This was a trip I had to make personally.

"I'll go back with you guys! Wait up for me!" Molly threw the door open and dashed back inside, cramming stuff into a backpack before reappearing.

"Molly, what are you, practicing parkour at home this early? Keep it down, or move out. It’s not like you don't have another place!" From the living room, Gregory's annoyed roar filled the air.

And he said I had morning temper? Clearly, his temper was clearly worse.

Molly shushed him, "Why so grumpy? Jane's waiting at the door for us, get up!"

"Just three more minutes." After that, silence resumed.

I glanced at my watch. Perfect, only five minutes left until the time Gregory and I had agreed upon. Surprisingly, at 7:00 AM sharp, he lazily walked out the door. Apparently, three minutes for sleeping, two for brushing and washing up.

Which rich kid treats his own image with such disregard? His bangs were a messy tumble over his forehead, fluffy like a bird's nest, his eyes half-closed in a do-not-disturb manner. Still, with his good looks and natural charm, even this disheveled appearance seemed irresistibly alluring.

Catching a glimpse of me, he lifted his gaze, "Did you put a spell on her?"

I blinked, confused. "Huh?"

"She never wanted to go back before, even spent Christmas alone outside." Gregory's voice was lazy and husky with sleep. "But suddenly she changed her mind when she heard you were going?"

"Maybe she just felt like going back for Christmas this year?"

"Impossible."

"Get lost!" Gregory let go of her, without a word in his defense, but the atmosphere around him had noticeably darkened.

The drive to Vista Town was eerily silent. Gregory, sitting in the passenger seat, fell asleep almost immediately, slumping against the seat, aloof and quiet. Molly, after trying and failing to start a conversation a few times, mindful of having just irritated him, didn’t dare make a sound.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she dug out a pair of earplugs from her bag and handed them to me, signaling for me to offer them to Gregory.

I didn’t dare accept them, mouthing instead, "You do it."

"He'll yell at me..." Molly looked like she was about to cry. "Don’t worry, he probably won’t yell at you..."

With that, the earplugs ended up in my hands. Feeling a headache coming on under Molly’s hopeful gaze, I braced myself and spoke up, "Greg..."

"Shut up, give them here."