Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 82

“Kevin, hit the gas! Drive Mrs. Ferguson home,” he tossed the words over his shoulder before slamming the car door shut.

Kevin didn’t hesitate, sliding into the driver’s seat, “My apologies, Mrs. Ferguson.”

With a click, the doors locked.

All I could do was watch helplessly as Bryant walked away, slipping into his bodyguard’s sleek car.

The engines roared to life, and as the traffic light flicked colors, our cars veered off in completely different directions.

Just like Bryant and 1, perhaps never meant to walk the same path.

I slumped into the seat, drained and disheveled, my mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Why bother?

I’ve given him and Margaret

Bryant, what do you really want?

, asking for nothing in return. Isn’t that enough

Kevin drove on, stealing glances at me, and ventured cautiously, “You know, Mrs. Ferguson, there’s no need to go to war with Mr. Ferguson. After all, you are Mrs. Ferguson. Margaret shouldn’t weigh so heavily on your mind.”

“Kevin.”

my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of

meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better

right-hand man; it’s natural you’d

averted my gaze, “I’m not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name

wife – not just in name,

mean… You want Mr. Ferguson’s heart?”

the bustling streets, perhaps afraid

sighed softly, murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been

1/3

did you say?”

outside muffled his words,

he’d spoken out of turn,

I was puzzled.

didn’t press

raised under Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant

out of him would be an

was safely inside, Kevin reported

me, chuckling bitterly at myself.

one thing, but now, even coming home felt like I was

surveillance.

day, I got up early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up

knowledge within the company, I drew

passed the

kinds of stares