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.”

rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of Mrs. Ferguson should

get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you

you’re his right-hand man; it’s natural

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

craved Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in

want Mr.

at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered no

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

1/3

you say?”

outside muffled his words, “Gone

spoken out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing at all.”

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press further.

wing and working alongside Bryant for

of him would

I was safely inside, Kevin reported back

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at myself.

but now, even coming home felt like I

surveillance.

a hearty

knowledge within the company, I drew many eve

I passed the lobby.

all kinds of stares were