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.”

letting the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that

what I meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you push, the more you lose…”

right-hand man; it’s natural

might not understand, but being

wanted to truly be his wife – not

want Mr. Ferguson’s heart?”

out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I

hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been long gone?”

1/3

did you

his words, “Gone where?”

if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press further.

nephew, raised under Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant

get more out of him

off and ensuring I was safely inside,

door behind me, chuckling bitterly

shambles was one thing, but now, even coming

surveillance.

myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to

with Bryant was common knowledge within the company, I drew many eve

I passed the lobby.

of curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of