Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 276

Hearing that, I fell silent.

It wasn't until the car sped off into the night that I turned to look at Gregory again.

"How did you find this place?" I asked.

He unlocked his phone and tossed it my way, "Your husband sent me the address."

I glanced at the screen, a message from an unknown number.

It might not even be Bryant. Or rather, I couldn't bring myself to believe it was Bryant.

Gregory seemed to catch onto my hesitation. With a casual grip on the steering wheel, he began to theorize, "With everything that’s gone down today, the Myerses must’ve offered Jarrod something sweet to get on board. Dorothy kidnapping you was definitely a move against Bryant; thus, nobody else would know this address."

"Jarrod’s guys, who’ve got no beef nor bond with me and certainly don’t know I’m connected to you, wouldn’t be the ones to get me to rescue you."

"So, the text could only have come from Bryant."

This was the first time he had taken such a patient and elaborate approach with me.

I clenched my fist, "Got it, thanks."

It was the usual pretense.

Sending messages to Gregory on one hand and turning guns on me with the other.

At a stoplight, Gregory glanced over, "Go to hospital?"

I shook my head, "Just home."

I was exhausted and didn't want another hospital trip. These wounds looked worse than they actually were. A hospital visit would probably just mean some disinfection and ointment, all of which I had at home.

Remembering he had asked me to pick someone up, I ventured, "I didn’t pick up your girlfriend, hope I didn’t cause any trouble?"

"Girlfriend?"

His frown was severe as he shot me a sideways glance, "Your imagination’s wasted not writing."

I was confused. He then said in a calm tone, "She’s fine, very easy-going."

That put my mind at ease, but it didn't stop my questions.

After what had happened, I felt like I had walked through the gates of hell and back, leaving me somewhat out of sorts in the ensuing calm.

Arriving at River Villa, Gregory carried me out of the car and into the elevator lobby, tilting his chin, "What are you waiting for? Hit the button."

I snapped back to reality, "Right."