Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 369

The medical team gave the first aid on the spot. And just like that, she came around.

Before the drama could fully unfold, Gregory lost his patience. After bidding Ramona goodbye, he grabbed me by the shirt collar and said, "We're leaving."

"Why do you always have to be so uncouth?" My neck got squeezed as he dragged me along, and once we were out of the yard, I glared at him.

He glanced at me sideways. "Hungry?"

"What do you think?"

It was nearing eight o'clock.

Just when I thought he'd act like a gentleman for once, Gregory jerked his chin up and said, "Come on, don't you owe me a few meals? Let's go eat."

Gosh. I was at a loss for words.

But I had promised, after all. After getting into the car, I asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Gregory blurted out, "Sandwiches."

I thought he was joking. But sure enough, when we got to the convenience store, he made me go in and get two sandwiches.

Seeing the sandwich I picked, the look in his eyes deepened. "Jane, if the birthday, blood type, allergies, tastes, and my gut feeling are all coincidences, I'll concede."

"Lilliana liked bacon sandwich, too?" I asked, unsure.

I've always been lazy, sticking to the same food despite the endless new varieties. I was just too lazy to try new things.

Gregory raised an eyebrow lightly. "Yes."

I lowered my gaze, suddenly feeling uncertain. One or two things could be a coincidence. But all these? Could they really all just be weird coincidences?

He was frank about it, not trying to move me or anything.

I looked at him steadily. "Thank you."

I thanked him for not giving up on me. My fate would be hanging by a thread if he had hesitated even for a moment the day before.

Gregory cracked a smile. "Jane, you've lost all the cuteness you had as a kid."

It sounded like a tease, yet there was a hint of pity.

"Huh?" I blinked in confusion as he suddenly reached out and yanked my hair!

I hissed in pain, catching on to his intention, and purposely said, "Didn't you say a DNA report means less to you than your instincts?"

"The Myers family needs it." He let go of my face with a smile on his lips. "If we're lucky, we'll have the results in two days. Then, I'll come to take you home."