Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 40

Then they both gave me their gifts.

Mark handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box with a warm smile, saying, "Hope you like it."

"Thanks, Mark," I responded with a grin, genuinely touched by the gesture.

My surprise was evident when I discovered a dress of such unique design inside. "Did you design this yourself?"

"Yeah, it's one of a kind," he replied with a proud chuckle.

"Mark, you're so thoughtful!" Christine complimented, before playfully challenging Bryant, "Mr. Ferguson, since you're here for the housewarming party, I assume you've brought a gift as well?"

I wanted to intervene, knowing that Christine had caught Bryant off guard, but she silenced me with a glance.

Bryant locked eyes with me, his gaze intense, before he reached into his suit jacket and presented me with a small velvet box. "I hadn't found the right moment to give this to you until now," he said, his voice barely concealing the emotion beneath.

"What is it?" Christine leaned over, her curiosity piqued.

Upon opening the box, I was stunned to find a pair of ruby earrings. "You were the one who bid on these?" I asked, incredulously.

The earrings, a much-coveted item from a recent auction, known for their unparalleled color and clarity, had fetched a staggering price, bought by a mysterious bidder. I had admired them online, never imagining they would end up as a gift from Bryant.

"Do you like them?" Bryant asked, his smile deepening.

"They're too expensive," I protested. While the gifts from Mark and Christine were generous, they were within my comfort zone. These earrings, however, were beyond my wildest expectations. The thought of accepting such a lavish gift from Bryant, especially when we were on the verge of divorcing, made me hesitate.

While they were sleeping, Steven tried to curl up with Christine, who, half-asleep, kicked him off the bed with a grumbled "Get lost!"

Shaking my head in amusement, I covered them with blankets.

Looking up, I accidentally met Bryant's gaze. He appeared unexpectedly vulnerable, his eyes slightly glazed and his posture relaxed in a way that seemed out of character.

Approaching him, I softly offered, "Let me drive you home."

But he just glanced towards Mark, who was tidying up the kitchen, and replied in a husky voice, "They're still here, and you're already trying to get rid of me?"

His words, tinged with a hint of hurt, caught me off guard.