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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 407

Greg was absentmindedly flicking a lighter, his usually stoic face showing no emotion as he muttered, "I don't know."

Edith couldn't help but laugh. "Even the devil himself gets puzzled, huh?"

"I don't want to push her into anything."

"Oh, come off it."

Edith pierced through his facade, laughing, "Stop playing innocent with me. You knew she'd be at that hotel today, and yet you had to show up in your beat-up old car, just begging to be noticed. You wanted her to come after you, didn't you?"

"…"

"And when she finally shows up, you're here acting all coy, avoiding her."

"…"

"Greg…"

Suddenly standing up, Edith pointed at him, her laugh taking on a knowing tone, "You're not trying to play hard to get, are you?"

"…"

With a swift motion, Greg brushed her hand aside, feigning indifference, "Your imagination's running wilder than hers ever did."

Back then, when he had returned to Bryant's side, it was a clean break, cutting off all ties with him.

Even when Molly passed away, it was Bryant who received the call.

He never told anyone, but he had tried calling back, too.

In the dead of night, overcome with thoughts, he couldn't resist.

Bryant answered again.

…

I went back downstairs to the car, and Christine could tell something was off. "No one was there?"

"There was."

"Then why do I get the feeling you're disappointed?"

"It wasn't Greg."

I buckled up, "He must've sold the house. A woman answered the door."

After all, this place had memories of me, the one who left him. It would only bring back pain.

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