Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 620

In a bustling Hollywood scene where favors were as common as morning coffee, two veteran actors agreed to join my mom's latest project, purely out of respect for her.

The project's kickoff was an event no one wanted to miss, especially not my mom.

"Gregory mentioned he'd be back by Thanksgiving, right?" My mom asked, uncertainty clouding her voice.

I wasn't sure myself, but I nodded anyway, hoping to ease her worries.

As she slipped on her shoes, she added, "Why don't you have Chris come over for a chat? Don't just mope around the house. You know, all your troubles have packed up and left."

"Sure, anything you say," I agreed, just to see her off with a peace of mind.

Left alone in the sprawling house, I found no joy in exploring. Instead, I huddled over the coffee table, sketching away my frustrations.

But my mind was a mess, and satisfaction eluded me in every drawing.

Gregory had promised to call once he was free, but the phone remained silent.

I hesitated to disturb his rest, pondering how couples in long-distance relationships ever managed to survive the constant agony.

"Jane!"

Christine burst in, her presence as warm as the summer sun, waving a bag of pastries in the air.

"I got us some sweet treats. Come on, a little sugar might cheer you up."

I sighed, "How did you know I was feeling down?"

"Bella told me. She saw you on the balcony last night, looking all lonely. Then she called me up, worried. She had to rush off to set this morning but asked me to come keep you company."

My mom had noticed my foul mood over breakfast but I brushed it off, blaming it on morning sickness to avoid worrying her further.

"Has Dailey said anything?" Christine asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

She ground her teeth, "Nope. I asked him nicely and he just walked away. Now he's ignoring my calls and texts."