Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 622

Abdul could see I was worried and said, “I know it's tough. Have some chicken soup to keep you strong.”

He then asked, “Did Gregory mention when he's coming back?”

I replied, “Around Thanksgiving.”

Abdul nodded, “Alright, stick with the soup till he's back, and if anything comes up, give me a ring.”

I stood up, saying, “Thank you so much.”

Abdul replied, “No need for formalities with me.”

After thanking Abdul again, I left the clinic. It had started raining outside at some point.

My bodyguard held an umbrella over me, ensuring not a single drop of rain touched me.

Getting back to Elmwood Villas, I found someone looking like a drowned rat.

“Why on earth didn’t you take shelter from the rain? Why didn't you call me?”

I hurried over and guided her all the way to the bathroom.

“Take a hot shower first. It’s not summer anymore; a fall rain brings a chill.”

While she was showering, I brewed some ginger tea.

Christine, with her hair still damp, came into the kitchen and hugged me, looking so forlorn.

“Jane, from now on, I, Christine, wouldn’t chase after Dailey even if he was the last man on earth.”

I remembered Gregory's words and thought, if only I could have prevented Christine from going abroad.

But I never anticipated this outcome.

I ruffled her hair, “What did he do to you?”

She snuggled into my shoulder, “Let’s just say he wasn’t exactly charming.”

“For the sake of my baby, I won’t repeat it.”

That made me more curious.

“I doubt a few words would corrupt my child.”

Christine pulled away, her eyes melancholic, “You’re just nosy.”

I laughed, “Then spill the beans.”

She leaned against the doorframe, her long lashes casting shadows, looking more somber than I had ever seen her.

“Forget it, I don’t want to know anymore.”

It was clear Dailey had said something hurtful, and making her relive it by recounting would be too painful.

“Drink your ginger tea.”

Christine sipped on it and noticed me holding a medicine pot, asking, “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing.” I shared my visit to the clinic and meeting Abdul, “I couldn’t help it. Had to take some medication.”

Christine poked my forehead, “I told you I’d check on you, but you refused, making Gregory and Dailey upset me instead.”

I apologized, “I was just worried about your safety. If Gregory could get trapped, what about you?”

Dailey took a seat next to him, grabbed a bottle of wine from the coffee table, and downed it in one go.

Gregory mocked without mercy, “So much for stopping her. Ended up going your separate ways, huh?”

Dailey loosened his shirt collar, feeling stifled.

“Traveling thousands of miles to rescue you, and this is the thanks I get?”

Gregory spread his hands, “What do you want? I poured you a fine wine as welcome.”

Dailey leaned back, closing his eyes, clearly not in the mood for a chat.

Gregory nudged him, “You don’t even like her. Maybe it’s for the best you went separate ways.”

“Saves you from stringing her along and me from potential trouble.”

Dailey opened his eyes, “Since when did I say I didn’t like…”

Catching the teasing look in Gregory's eyes, he stopped.

Rubbing his temples, Dailey grumbled, “Stop enjoying my misery.”

Gregory slapped his shoulder hard, “That’s not important. What matters is our bet on who gets married first. After today’s stunt, you’re definitely losing.”

Dailey was also frustrated, “Who was I doing it for? Ungrateful.”

Gregory clicked his tongue, “Who else but for her safety? But calling her a dog, that was uncalled for. Really, how rude.”

Dailey was speechless.

He was seriously reconsidering his rescue mission.