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”

myself, I crawled out of

I have nothing better to do than to wait for you down here because I’ve been secretly in love with

washed up, changed my clothes,

it, head slightly dipped. playing with a lighter in his hand, giving off this vibe of defiance.

“Let’s go.”

his watch casually.

implying I was dawdling.

that as

into the back of the

Webster, mind playing chauffeur? He stopped the door with one hand and gestured toward the driver’s seat with a nod, tossing the

comfortably settled himself

location to the Myers Mansion, making me his driver

seat, about to complain about his lack

his head, he was out

a sleep–deprived ghost in his

I eased up on the accelerator and brake, driving

the Myers Mansion, a grand estate nestled on a hillside, its serene gardens reminiscent of classic countryside estates. And the person in the passenger seat was still deep

and tapped his shoulder

was no response.