Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 61

My heart skipped a beat, then quickly descended into a familiar chaos I couldn't tame.

I took a deep breath, continuing, "Moving in here? I don't recall agreeing to that."

"Grandpa mentioned you agreed to put the divorce on hold," he retorted, pushing his phone towards me as if it were a peace offering. "Why don't you tell him yourself?"

"Jerk," I couldn't help but glare at him. "Agreeing to wait on the divorce doesn't mean I agreed to you moving in."

The CEO of Ferguson Group resorting to such tactics, who would believe it?

"Isn't it only natural for a married couple to live together?" he replied, smoothly as ever.

"Bullshit." I muttered under my breath, making my way into the house, with him following closely behind without an ounce of hesitation.

Perhaps it was the recollection of what Timothy had shared with me earlier that evening, or maybe a sudden wave of pity towards Bryant, but I couldn't bring myself to kick him out.

Instead, I simply pointed towards a room opposite the master bedroom, "You can stay there."

"Okay, sure."

He didn't push any further, accepting my offer with a mild temperament and carried his luggage into the room.

I got myself a glass of ice water and had barely set the glass down when I bumped into a broad, warm chest. It was a familiar yet nostalgic scent.

Yet, I quickly stepped back, slightly flustered, "Anything else?"

We felt more like strangers than a married couple, and it was precisely this distance that I needed to maintain.

To remind myself, “Jane, you're not the one he cherishes.”

A hint of sadness flickered across his face as he pressed his lips together, "I was just wondering how your face is. Has it gotten any better?"

"I don't know," I replied offhandedly.

I hadn't even thought to check in the mirror all night.