Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 392

I suddenly sprung to my feet, tiptoeing and plunging headfirst into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging to him as if my life depended on it.

"Feeling affectionate, huh?" He seemed to enjoy it, his hands gently kneading the back of my head. "Have you decided about what we discussed?"

"I have," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

But before I could say something more, my gaze caught Bryant standing at the doorway, his expression stormy.

Without waiting for me to speak, Bryant softly knocked on the door frame. "Honey, it's time to come home."

"I'll handle this." Gregory patted my head and gently released me, ready to turn around.

"Gregory." I called out to him, and he stiffened momentarily but responded, "Yes? What is it?"

I couldn't meet his eyes, mustering all my strength to speak casually, "Bryant's here to take me home."

Gregory’s lips twitched, not with a smile, but with a trace of confusion. "What did you say?"

"I've had my fun. It's time to return to my role as Mrs. Ferguson." I tried to shrug it off, "Let's go our separate ways, Gregory."

I left him behind cruelly, just as Bryant had once left me in that basement.

Bryant wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked away, looking every bit the loving couple.

As the elevator doors closed, I broke free from Bryant’s grasp and stepped back. "Bryant, this one-month arrangement doesn't include... sleeping together, right?"

What a distasteful topic. Yet, I discussed it with the calmness of a business negotiation.

"Of course not," he replied, wiping my fingers with a sanitizing wipe, "It doesn't include that."

I met his gaze and continued, "I won't move into the Ferguson Mansion, nor will I live with you."

"Keeping faithful for Gregory?" His tone was with sarcasm. "As Mrs. Ferguson, what duties do you plan to fulfill?”

"Like helping your mistress through her pregnancy?" I spoke softly.

Bryant's expression turned cold instantly. As the elevator doors opened, he grabbed my wrist and led me swiftly to the car, shoving me inside. "Jane, doesn't being my wife mean anything to you anymore?"

I moved away. "It still does."