Chapter 340
I was taken aback
“Believe me
Molly was sitting cross–legged on the couch, looking all serious scared of liking you*
just having an internal battle right now. He likes you but he’s
couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re just guessing. He likes Lilliana, not me. It’s just because I kinda look like her
“No, that’s not it!”
Molly objected immediately. “My brother’s not like that. Over the years, there have been many who resembled Lilliana more than you do, but he never gave them the time of day. I’m not bad mouthing him, but he’s always been a no–nonsense guy. If it wasn’t for biking you. why would he go out of his way to help you, time and time again?”
“But that was just… I tried to argue back, but halfway through, I couldn’t find a solid reason.
Like that time with Jarrod, or when Mrs. Myers forced me to kneel in the snow… those weren’t coincidental rescues
And after he never asked for anything in return.
Leaving, my mind was elsewhere.
Ramona tried playing matchmaker yesterday, and now Molly had joined in too.
Even the most determined would waver a bit..
But I never expected that upon leaving the Ford Residence, I’d see a familiar Rolls Royce parked outside.
I sped up, heading towards the Rolls Royce Ramona had arranged for me.
Just as I was about to get in, a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me in a different direction!
I was annoyed, “Bryant, what the heck are you doing?!”
“Taking you home for Christmas!”
Bryant’s voice was muffled, hinting at exhaustion, but his grip was firm.
I found it absurd, “What home? We’re nothing to each other now!”
The man who spent our anniversary with someone else, now talking about spending Christmas together.
“In that case, let’s start over.”
He was terrifyingly stubborn.
I struggled fiercely, “But I don’t want to…”
He suddenly spun around, pinning me against the car, his eyes bloodshot and veins on his forehead bulging, “Then who do you want to
be with, Gregory?! What are you doing in Vista Town over Christmas, huh? Want to spend it with him?”
I scoffed, “None of your business. We’re divorced, I’m free to do as I please.”
*Jane, I can give you freedom,”
His gaze deepened as he sighed, seemingly softening. “But only if you keep your distance from other men…”
“That’s hilarious.” A voice, half–sneering, suddenly sounded from not too far. “Since when did you get to decide my girlfriend’s freedom?” Bryant’s pupils constricted, his tall frame freezing in place!
Gregory’s eyes narrowed, beckoning me, “Are you coming, or waiting for me to beat him up?”
“Jane!”
As I tried to slip away while Bryant was distracted, he suddenly called out desperately, his voice trembling, “You… are you really with him?*
I turned away, “Yes.”
He demanded, “Look at me and say
“Yes!”
I lost my temper, staring straight into his eyes, emphatically stating, “I’m with him! Are you satisfied now? Can you let me go?” The grip on my wrist vanished instantly.
1/2
I couldn’t tell if he chose to let go or simply lacked the strength…
Soon, the black Rolls Royce sped away.
But this time, I didn’t feel abandoned as before. It felt more like a rebirth.
Gregory chuckled mockingly. “You want me to run after him for you?”
“Gregory,” I looked at the carefree man not far from me, trying to keep my tone light, “Did you step in because of our deal, or did you genuinely want to help me?”
Not many can resist a charming man who repeatedly comes to their rescue.
So, it was better to clear the air.
He frowned slightly, “Does it matter?”