Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 323

Gregory hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Licking my lips, I began earnestly, "Sorry I broke your piggy bank that day."

At the mention of that, he yanked off his sleep mask, a hint of annoyance flickering in his weary eyes. "Jane, you're a pushover outside, aren't you? The only place you know how to rub someone the wrong way is here with me, right?"

"That's not it." I hurriedly said, pulling out a little rabbit figurine made by a potter, trying to calm his irritation. "Here’s a replica of that rabbit, made to look just like it. I hope this makes up for my mistake that day."

In all fairness, I had no right to touch his piggy bank. But then, I'd acted impulsively, and later, I couldn't understand why I would have meddled with someone else's belongings.

I'd spent some days visiting a pottery studio, intending to craft an exact duplicate for him, but my lack of skill was evident, and the result was far from similar.

In the end, I had to ask the potter for help.

Gregory was stunned for a moment, his gaze landing on the rabbit in my hand, and he glanced inside the bag, his expression softening. "What's in that bag?"

I answered, "I made it."

It was not much to look at, honestly embarrassing to show, but considering it was my first attempt at pottery, I hadn't tossed it in the bin.

I said gently, "But it's not a good match."

He took the rabbit from my hands, placed it into the bag, and reached out. "Give them to me. Two for one."

I hesitated. "Okay."

I was in the wrong, after all. I handed the bag to Gregory.

He set the bag aside and looked at me, sending shivers down my spine. He smirked, but his eyes stayed cold. "You remind me of someone sometimes."

I was confused. "Hmm? Ms. Myers?"

"Yeah." He closed his eyes, his voice tightening. "Standing at the Myers' doorstep earlier, when you looked up with tears, you had the same eyes as hers."

I dared not overthink it and smiled. "Only the eyes are similar.."