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.”

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

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

right-hand man; it’s natural

fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name only isn’t

his wife – not just in name, but without

You want

perhaps afraid of pity, I offered no

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

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did you say?”

his words,

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

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press further.

raised under Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant for

get more out of him

I was safely inside,

closed the door behind me,

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

surveillance.

early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to work.

common knowledge within

passed the

jealousy… all kinds of stares were coming my way.