Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 588

Josiah hesitated for a long moment before speaking up, "But it's risky."

Pearl's face twisted into a snarl, "I'm not afraid of risks."

More than risks, she feared her painstaking efforts crumbling to dust.

Back in the day, she'd thrown caution to the wind and snatched everything from Bella, step by step climbing to where she was now. She absolutely couldn't let Bella's daughter take it all back from her.

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In the days that followed, Gregory was swamped, burning the midnight oil.

I often fought against the pull of sleep, waiting for him on the living room couch, but couldn't win against the drowsiness that came with early pregnancy. I'd fall asleep waiting.

When I woke up, I'd find myself in bed, and beside me, an empty space.

The Ford Group was already a handful, with Klein Ford stirring the pot and the board members causing trouble left and right. Gregory had to deal with that.

Now, he had to allocate some of his energy to help me with the Myers family affair as well.

I wanted to help, but he wouldn't have it.

His reasoning was that I was pregnant, shouldn't stress too much, and even if I wanted to help, it had to wait until after the first trimester.

Meanwhile, his own company, SZ Technology, was facing issues too.

One morning, I had a rare chance to see him off, noticing the bloodshot in his eyes, I couldn't help but say, "Why don't you just sleep in the office's rest area for now? The back and forth is killing you, and you could use that commute time to catch some rest."

The office rest area was well-equipped, complete with personal items and clothing.

Gregory flicked my forehead, "Most people want their husbands to come home, and here you are, pushing yours away?"

"Don't start with the 'husband' talk, we're not even officially married."

"Oh?"

Gregory's eyes twinkled, "How about I carve out some time today, and we go make it official?"

I pushed him towards the door, "Nice try, but I'm not falling for a proposal that's this half-baked."

Gregory moved with my push, all the way to the elevator.

Suddenly, he turned around, looking down at me.

I was on guard, "What now?"

He didn't speak, just gestured with his hand.

I hesitated.

He continued to watch me in silence.

I moved closer, looking up at him, "What are you..."

His hand, defined by strong wrist bones, suddenly caught the back of my head, cutting my question short as he pressed his lips against mine.

I thought it would be a quick peck.

But he bit down on my lips, taking advantage.