Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 64

“How do you know I’m looking at you if you don’t look at me?”

“I’m looking at my wife, as I rightly should.” He shamelessly threw out that line.

The question I had wanted to ask got stuck in my throat.

The Ferguson Group building towered above, its dense glass facades glinting like diamond cuts, shimmering with the morning sun.

Kevin parked the car under the portico, and I practically jumped out, eager to escape the brewing storm.

“Jane, good morning!” Linda suddenly appeared from not too far off, greeting me with an infectious energy.

I managed a smile, grabbing her arm to hurry along,

Good morning. Let’s go, it’s freezing.” “Jane, you forgot your breakfast.” Behind us, Bryant stepped out of the car, calling out to

Taking a deep breath, I turned to take the breakfast, keeping my distance, “Thanks, Mr. Ferguson.”

“Jane, are you and Mr. Ferguson…””

Linda hooked her arm with mine, leaning in with a mischievous wink, “When did you two get together? Don’t tell me you’re Mr. Ferguson’s secret wife!”

“No…”

to stir up any drama before the divorce, especially not something that might reach Margaret and cause who knows what,

of our conversation, Bryant, with his long strides, had

undoubtedly, had reached

said nothing to

Linda’s eyes

doors closed behind him, she gasped, “Jane, your denial is useless now, Mr. Ferguson

did he

is the loudest form

helpless, increasingly finding it impossible to argue with

knew when to stop. Once in the

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in my office that she

believe I’m working right under the nose of the Ferguson

wife!”

you really get married three years ago? Do you have any

sense. He often frosts your office glass the moment he steps in. I can’t believe

head began to ache, “Linda…”

jumped, “Mrs. Ferguson, you were

a cup of coffee,

“Right away!”

off, her steps bold and confident, and soon returned

coffee.