Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 296

Although Gregory was all about dollars and cents, he booked me a room in the six–star hotel in Vista Town

I had plans to head back to RiverCity that very night, but Gregory, over the phone, said, “Till be heading to RiverCity tomorrow, I can give you a lift”

“Okay then.”

A ride in a Bentley wasn’t something you tum down.

The next day, I had hoped to sleep in but got rudely awakened by a call.

“Come down.” It was Gregory’s lax voice.

Woken up by him two days in a row, I couldn’t help but feel imitated. “Jesus, did you pull an all–nighter again?”

Gregory faked surprise. “Wow someone’s grumpy in the moming?”

I took a deep breath, forced it down, and smiled. “Not at all, just worried about you, Mr. Ford, what’s the early morning call for?”

Gregory yawned. “Ramona wants to see you”

yawning myself, I crawled out

wait for you down here because I’ve been

washed up, changed my clothes, grabbed

the Ford family hunk’s car, boldly parked under the porte–cochere. He was leaning casually against it, head slightly dipped. playing

over. “Let’s go.”

glanced at his watch casually. “Not

implying I was

an eyebrow and smiled. “Take that as a compliment on my

hop into

Webster, mind playing chauffeur? He stopped the door with one hand and gestured toward

settled himself into the passenger

That was why he sent me the location

I walked around the car to the driver’s seat, about to complain about his lack of chivalry,

a tilt of his head, he was out like a

must’ve been a

eased up on the accelerator and brake, driving more gently

the Myers Mansion, a grand estate nestled on a hillside, its serene gardens reminiscent of

and tapped his shoulder

was no response.