Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 611

Because I was absolutely certain that this man, more than myself, couldn't bear to see me suffer.

And that was enough.

Christine paused for a moment, then chuckled, "You really are head over heels."

"But, Gregory is worth it."

As she spoke, she poured me another glass of juice, reminding, "But, we really should start thinking about the dress for the wedding. After all, it's such an important occasion, it deserves some thoughtful consideration."

"Alright, I'll go with your advice."

I gave in.

But to my surprise, her eager nature had us discussing dress designs right after dinner.

More anxious than the bride herself.

Afraid that I'd regret something on my wedding day.

...

Later that evening, my mom called, saying she had to attend a film festival these next few days and couldn't visit me.

"It's alright, mom. Christine's here, and you've got your things. Plus, Zoe’s handling the cooking, and Gregory has someone assigned for my needs, I'm well taken care of."

Bella hung up, reassured.

After Christine and I had our showers, we hadn't even hit the bed before Gregory called.

"Jane, you asleep yet?"

"Not yet,"

My heart inexplicably soared at his late-night call, instinctively asking, "What's up? Something wrong?"

"Don't worry."

Gregory, ever so soothing, said, "It's just that Ramona woke up and wants to see you. If you're not asleep, maybe you could come by?"

"Of course!"

I was overjoyed at his words.

Gregory probably guessed my response, "Lucius is already on his way to pick you up, so maybe change and come downstairs."

Before he hung up, he couldn't help but add, "Take your time, no rushing, you hear?"

I smiled, "Heard you loud and clear."

When we got to the hospital, Lucius didn't take us to Ramona's room but straight to the ICU.

In my mind, Gregory and Lucius were almost always together, especially for big matters.

Lucius pointed at his phone, "Got things to monitor here, and Gregory's got backup. Don't worry, Jane."

Hearing this, I knew Gregory had intentionally left him at the hospital.

Gregory was worried something might happen to me.

...

At the coastal docks of the suburban area.

At this hour, it was pitch black.

The only sound was the sea waves crashing against the shore.

Until a convoy of black SUVs arrived, their headlights piercing through the darkness, blinding.

Josiah, seeing the tall man stepping out from the first vehicle, cursed under his breath.

Unperturbed, the man smirked slightly, lifting his hand casually.

Behind him, a few guards escorted Pearl and Dorothy forward.

Leaning against the SUV, Gregory casually spoke, "What's the matter? Decided you don't want your wife and kids anymore?"