Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 413

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gregory's eyes were fixed on me, piercing. "When did this happen?"

I told him the truth, "Yesterday."

"So you're saying..." He laughed, a sound laced with sarcasm. "So, you went back to him, spent two years realizing it's not working out, and now you're thinking of turning back to me?"

My fingers tightened involuntarily, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze mocking yet intense. His eyes were full of scrutiny and questioning.

Abruptly, I withdrew my hand and stood up hastily, instinctively denying, "That's not it."

Gregory's smile turned roguish. "Then what is it?"

I avoided his gaze. "How's your leg doing?"

"Jane, aren't you usually quite sharp with your words?" He grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, his voice tight with emotion, "Why so silent now? Feeling guilty?"

"Gregory..."

He wasn't using much strength; I managed to pull away with a little effort, whispering, "If you have to think that way, then maybe I am guilty."

Perhaps, I was guilty after all.

He smirked. "Do you know what this sounds like?"

"What?"

"The playbook of a heartbreaker."

I pursed my lips, then I said, "It's getting late. I should go."

As I left River Villa in a hurry...

Gregory watched my retreating figure, a shadow of restraint crossing his face. Only after the sound of the door echoed did he look down, unlocking his phone to view the message thread.

After a moment, he chuckled.

Edith emerged from the game room across, her mouth twitching, "Really, you're just letting her walk away?"

Gregory shrugged. "What else?"

"I heard her say she got divorced, and you're not seizing the moment? Watch out for her ex coming back for a revenge hit."

"That's your reason for sneaking my phone to message her?"

"…Let's not sweat the small stuff." Edith laughed, "If it weren't for me, would you even know your 'just friends' buddy got divorced?"

"Do you know what I hate the most?"

"People playing games with you."

Edith nodded, understanding. The Ford family's heir, revered for generations, never stumbled in any endeavor. Only two things had ever gone against his will.

One was the cunning bastard from the Ford lineage, against whom Gregory had laid a strategic trap, waiting for the right moment to exact revenge.

The other was Jane. She vanished without a word in their youth, and after two decades of searching, she returned only to smash his pride with a casual "couples fight but make up."

Now, she reappeared, announcing her divorce, yet indifferent to his feelings. This was unbearable for anyone, let alone the proud Gregory.