Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 250

As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a firm grip on my collar from behind. A menacing voice hissed, “You little tramp! Thought you could fool me, huh? Damn, I’ll show you!”

“Please, no!” But no matter how much i struggled, my strength had already been sapped at that moment, leaving me no choice but to be dragged toward the bed.

“Does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a couple fighting.” Suddenly, the cultured voice of a middle–aged man echoed through the hallway outside

“Oh, come on, Dad. They’re just a couple who checked into a hotel. A little spat is normal. Let’s keep moving. I already told the restaurant to start preparing our meal.”

The man holding me turned livid, finally realizing I had left the door ajar. He threw me to the ground, reaching to shut the door, but someone pushed it open from the outside!

A pair of polished men’s shoes came into view, followed by the sight of neatly pressed pants encasing long legs.

Thinking it was the middle–aged man who had spoken earlier, I threw myself toward him, pleading, “Please, save me. I didn’t come here with anyone. I don’t even know this man!”

“Jane?” A familiar, soothing voice sounded above me!

Lifting my

head, I locked eyes with Bryant’s gloomy gaze and felt relief, though my vision blurred with tears. The next second, I saw Dorothy and her family with him. The man who had spoken was Richard.

back the tears as I used the wall for support to keep

as she clung to Susan’s arm. “My God, you just got divorced, and you’re already in a hotel room with

man?”

seemed to enlighten the

me as if I had deceived him, hurling accusations, “So you’re freshly divorced? Lonely and desperate, are you?

but I heard Bryant, his voice cold as ice, instructing Kevin. “Take

the truth!”

draped his coat around me and effortlessly lifted me into his arms, tuming

Take care of your stuff first. Richard nodded, his gaze lingering on

sleeve, on the verge of tears.

her daughter, Susan glanced coldly at Bryant “Mr. Ferguson, are you sure about this? Today’s dinner

he looked back at

Without the Myers family, the Ferguson

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a brisk, determined stride, Bryant carried

quickly, not putting me down until we were in his

examined my disheveled clothes, barely containing his anger. “Did

shook my head,