Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 250

As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a firm grip on my collar from behind. A menacing voice hissed, "You little tramp! Thought you could fool me, huh? Damn, I'll show you!"

"Please, no!" But no matter how much I struggled, my strength had already been sapped at that moment, leaving me no choice but to be dragged toward the bed.

"Does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a couple fighting." Suddenly, the cultured voice of a middle-aged man echoed through the hallway outside.

"Oh, come on, Dad. They're just a couple who checked into a hotel. A little spat is normal. Let's keep moving. I already told the restaurant to start preparing our meal."

The man holding me turned livid, finally realizing I had left the door ajar. He threw me to the ground, reaching to shut the door, but someone pushed it open from the outside!

A pair of polished men's shoes came into view, followed by the sight of neatly pressed pants encasing long legs.

Thinking it was the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier, I threw myself toward him, pleading, "Please, save me. I didn't come here with anyone. I don't even know this man!"

"Jane?" A familiar, soothing voice sounded above me!

Lifting my head, I locked eyes with Bryant's gloomy gaze and felt relief, though my vision blurred with tears. The next second, I saw Dorothy and her family with him. The man who had spoken was Richard.

Feeling completely humiliated, I stumbled back, blinking back the tears as I used the wall for support to keep my trembling legs from giving way.

Dorothy's mouth dropped in shock as she clung to Susan's arm. "My God, you just got divorced, and you're already in a hotel room with a man?"

Her words seemed to enlighten the buzz-cut man.

Fuming, the buzz-cut man glared at me as if I had deceived him, hurling accusations, "So you're freshly divorced? Lonely and desperate, are you? Looking for a quick fix?"

My hands trembled with the urge to retaliate, but I heard Bryant, his voice cold as ice, instructing Kevin. "Take him away. Make him spill the truth!"

After saying that, Bryant draped his coat around me and effortlessly lifted me into his arms, turning to Richard. "Mr. Myers, I'm afraid dinner will have to wait."

"Understood. Take care of your stuff first." Richard nodded, his gaze lingering on me with a moment of sympathy.