Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 412

Christine leaned in with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "What's up? Who texted you?"

I turned off my phone screen. "Gregory."

"Gregory? What does he want now? Wasn't he snarky enough at the diner last night? Thinks he didn't get his point across?"

"It's not that."

I hesitated before speaking, a bit embarrassed. "He's got leg pain, probably a leftover issue from that accident last year. I should go check on him."

Christine glared at me, visibly annoyed. "Just when you promised you wouldn't choose a guy over your friends, and here you are, proving me wrong."

I tried to smooth things over by offering a shoulder rub. "Come on, Chris. How could you even say that? I'm just going to check up on him. What do you feel like for late-night snacks? I'll bring you something on my way back."

"It's not about that. Doesn't he have a girlfriend? What's your role in this?"

"He doesn't have a girlfriend."

I touched my ear. "That's his cousin."

"Alright, fine. Go then."

Christine seemed to let go of her frustration, pushing me out the door with a resigned sigh.

On my way to River Villa, just as I was about to enter the parking lot, the security guard stopped me.

Apparently, there was a new rule that no outside vehicles were allowed in.

I tried calling Gregory, but got no answer.

Left with no choice, I parked my car on the street and borrowed an umbrella from the guard, walking into the complex.

Despite it being summer, the pouring rain had soaked through my high heels, and the hem of my dress clung to my legs.

Entering the elevator, the blast of cold air made me shiver.

"Ding-dong—"

Standing at Gregory's door, I rang the bell.

After a moment, the door opened, revealing Gregory in a wheelchair, dressed in a black t-shirt and olive cargo shorts.

Under the bright lights, he looked tired, his voice faint. "Mrs. Ferguson, visiting a man late at night might be hard to explain, don't you think?"

I was taken aback. "Didn't you text me?"

"I texted you?" He chuckled as if I'd told a joke, his smile cold and sarcastic. "Do you think it's two years ago when I'd come running whenever you called?"

I looked down. "Then, must be some glitch with the messaging app."

After a brief hesitation, I said, "If your leg is hurting..."

"Don't worry."

He cut me off with a cold, detached tone. "Even if I'm dying of pain, I wouldn't need someone else's wife to bother."

"Right... I mean, you should just rub it yourself. I'll be leaving then."

As I turned to leave, his expression turned colder, and he made a move to close the door.

But seeing me drenched, he reluctantly said, "Come in and change, or else Mr. Ferguson might come after me if you catch a cold."

"It's okay..."

"Jane, you used to having me plead and pamper you, huh? Can't understand plain talk?" His voice was unusually firm.