Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 489

I was fuming, ready to give Gregory a piece of my mind, "Are you trying to embarrass me to death?"

Gregory couldn't help but laugh, but seeing my frustration, he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist to calm me down. "Come on, they were bound to meet you sooner or later."

"This way, you'll have no trouble entering or leaving the Ford Group."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but soften like a cat being petted in the right direction. "Couldn't you have found a better way to introduce me?"

He stood his ground, "This is the most efficient way."

Silence fell between us, and I suddenly realized I'd been played. "Shameless! We're just dating, who said anything about being your wife!"

"Don't you want to marry me?"

Gregory's lips curved into a teasing smile. "Should I marry someone else then?"

"Don't you dare!"

As I spoke, I looked up into his bright eyes, and he caught a glimpse of something I’d been hiding behind my back. "What are you hiding?"

"Dog treats."

He chuckled at that, then quickly snatched the insulated lunch box from my hand, his surprise evident as he opened it. "Jane, you've really got a heart of gold, don't you?"

"...You're just noticing now."

I muttered, taking a seat on the couch.

I really had changed, completely different from the girl I used to be..

No wonder he was surprised.

During the time I was regaining my memories, I often marveled at how experiences could utterly transform a person.

Gregory paused for a moment, then with a raised eyebrow, admitted, "I really am just noticing."

He then casually sat down, legs sprawled, and began to earnestly enjoy the soup.

However, I had a nagging feeling that something was off with his mood, even though he tried to hide it.

Trying to make conversation, I asked, "So, who's Ophelia?"

"A colleague."

Gregory explained without much concern, "Don't worry about it."

I nodded, trying to hide my unease, but thankfully, it didn't last long.

Soon, my phone rang. Christine was calling, urging me to hurry over.

I left in a hurry.

Yes, in a hurry.

On my way, I realized more and more that I wasn't as good at handling close relationships as I thought. At the slightest hint of trouble, my first instinct was to run.