Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 635

"Were you the one who changed my clothes?"

I woke up on the boat, draped in a set of peach-colored cotton pajamas.

Seeing Mark's shocked expression and then being caught up in a whirlwind of panic, I was too focused on finding a way out to remember the change of clothes.

A mix of emotions made me forget the incident completely.

Mark glanced at me, a fleeting emotion crossing his eyes, before he simply grunted in acknowledgment.

I tensed up immediately, a wave of revulsion surging within me.

I couldn't understand how Mark, once my most trusted and respectful friend, had become this person before me.

Even though it was done unconsciously, the mere thought made my skin crawl as if ants were marching all over me.

This physical discomfort was uncontrollable.

"All this drama over a change of clothes?" Mark said, pulling me up to the deck.

The cold sea breeze hit us, whipping around us, yet I found it hard to breathe.

I didn't want to talk to Mark.

He let go, sure I wouldn't jump overboard. Then, grabbing a chair, he sat down on the deck.

I stood by the railing, keeping distance between us.

Mark looked at me. "I'll take it you're just not used to it yet, no big deal. We've got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other. You'll get over this aversion eventually."

My stomach churned, and I turned to vomit into a nearby trash can.

All my meal wasted.

Just the thought of him changing my clothes was enough to make me sick.

Mark frowned slightly. "Have some hot tea," he offered, holding out a cup to me, which I didn't take.

Before he could react, I threw the cup away, ditched the black coat, and made my way back to my room.

Even knowing it was futile, I locked the door.

I didn't dare sleep, instead sitting on a chair by the door, ready to wake at any disturbance.

...

Gregory's boat lingered outside Samuel's waters.

Ignoring Samuel's furious messages, Gregory seemed unfazed by the threats.

Samuel, enraged, ordered his men to open fire, a futile attempt to scare Gregory off.

But little did he know, Gregory had already left on a stealthy little boat sent by the Jordan family, making his way ashore.

"I was curious who had the audacity to claim they could wipe out the Norman family for me."