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.”

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

That’s not 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

man; it’s natural you’d take his

not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not

his wife – not just

want

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

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

1/3

you

his words, “Gone where?”

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

I was puzzled.

didn’t press further.

Gary’s wing and

of him would be an

was

behind me, chuckling bitterly

but now, even

surveillance.

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

relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within

I passed the

all kinds of stares were coming my