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”

and yawning myself, I crawled out of bed. “Now?”

better to do than to wait for you down here

I quickly washed up, changed my clothes, grabbed my bag,

the Ford family hunk’s car, boldly parked under the porte–cochere. He was leaning casually against it, head slightly dipped. playing with a lighter in his hand, giving off this

“Let’s

in time.” He glanced at his watch casually. “Not a

was implying I was

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

ready to hop into the back of the

one hand and gestured toward the

he comfortably settled himself into

location to

to the driver’s seat, about to complain about his lack

he was

must’ve been a sleep–deprived ghost in his past life!

accelerator and

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 in

over and tapped

was no