Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 42

"Looking to thank me?"

As we reached the car, Mark gently nudged Steven into the back seat, leaning against the car, his gaze softening with a chuckle as he looked at me.

I nodded, replying, "Of course."

"Well, just promise me, you'll stop saying 'thank you' all the time."

His words hinted at something more, but before I could ponder, he added with a smile, "It's too formal."

I laughed lightly, "Alright, got it."

Just then, his designated driver arrived, and he handed the keys over, his eyes warm as he said, "Gotta go. You better head up."

Once I got upstairs, the living room was deserted.

Bryant was gone.

There was a momentary emptiness in my heart. But it was just that—a moment.

Leaving without a word was his style, after all.

Probably another 'emergency' at Margaret's end, I guessed.

Back in my room, I gently nudged Christine, "Chris, wake up, let me get you into your pajamas so you're more comfortable."

"Mhm." Christine squinted her eyes open, and upon seeing me, she wrapped her arms around me in a clingy manner, letting me help her out of her top while murmuring, "Dear Jane, my dear Jane, nobody's allowed to hurt you..."

"Silly, aren't you?" I couldn't help but laugh.

...

The next morning, Christine was already out of bed.

There was a faint rustling from the living room.

Bleary-eyed, I peeked out to see Christine doing yoga.

Noticing I was awake, she kept her pose but tilted her chin up proudly, "I look good, don't I?"

"Gorgeous, you're the most beautiful."

I couldn't help but smile.

She truly was the most stunning girl I'd ever met, the kind that takes your breath away at first glance.

Now, in her yoga outfit, she looked even more striking.