Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 219

I thought, ‘Beg you? Are you serious? Are you out of your mind?’

I yanked my hand away from his grasp, not caring if Bryant and Mark could see us. At this point, it was like throwing caution to the wind. I turned and headed for the exit.

Suddenly, everything went dark as a men's trench coat was thrown over my head. With a clever twist, he pulled me back, pressing me against the railing and out of the other two's line of sight. My nose was filled with the fresh smell of mint. That matched with Gregory.

I could tell Bryant hesitated before Gregory's rebellious voice filled the air, "Mr. Ferguson, you seem interested in the private affairs of young couples?"

Slowly scrutinizing, Bryant said, "Your girlfriend’s shoes, my wife seems to have a pair just like them."

My heart skipped a beat. These were limited editions from a boutique in RiverCity. You could count on one hand how many pairs there were.

It was not like I overheard any secrets. Walking away guilt-free was an option, but Gregory's antics made me feel I was in the wrong. Frozen, I didn’t dare move.

"Seems?" Gregory smirked, the kind that was asking for trouble, "Mr. Ferguson, it seems you're not too attached to your current wife if you're unsure about her personal belongings. Maybe you should get a divorce and make Dorothy's day."

Bryant's voice turned chilly, barely concealing his annoyance, "So concerned about Dorothy, why don’t you marry her?"

"I'm afraid I can't afford that luxury." Gregory immediately declined, teasing, "Nah, my girlfriend's all I need."

Then, still under the trench coat, he patted my head. "Right, babe?"

He was really pushing his luck.

I suddenly lifted my leg and stomped on his foot hard!

Bryant sneered, "It seems your girlfriend doesn’t love you that much."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're the kind of person who's easy to read. Do I need to see you more?"

I scoffed, "So, what kind of guy is my type then?"

"Hmm..." Gregory dragged the moment before teasing, "That would be like fortune-telling. You need to pay for that."

"The bank is just downstairs. Why don’t you go and rob it? It'll be faster." After my retort, I got straight to the point, "The mess online from last night, were you behind it?"

Unexpectedly, he was utterly upfront, nodding without hesitation, "Yes."

And the expression on his face didn't show even a hint of feeling bad about it.