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.”

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

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

okay, you’re his 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

and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in

mean… You want Mr. Ferguson’s

streets, perhaps afraid of

hasn’t Mr.

1/3

did you

outside muffled his

out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing at

I was puzzled.

didn’t

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

get more out of him would be

me off and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin reported back

me,

shambles was one thing, but now,

surveillance.

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

my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within

I passed the lobby.

all kinds of stares were coming