Chapter 473
I was practically racing around the corner when suddenly, a forceful grip latched onto my
wrist!
Startled, I whipped around, only to crash into Gregory’s deep eyes. I heaved a silent sigh of relief. “You scared the living daylights out of me!
Gregory’s eyebrows quirked up teasingly, “What’s the rush? You running from ghosts or something?”
“Yeah, exactly!” I shot him a glare, a mix of annoyance and jest. “Running from the ghost who called me your lover!”
Gregory frowned in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“Some random dude blocked me at the apartment entrance,” I explained, slipping my hand into his as we made our way toward the elevator, venting my frustration, “Out of nowhere, he accused me of being your lover, claimed you’d lose interest in me in no time, and warned me not to fantasize about becoming part of the Ford dynasty…“.
I decided not to mention what Alaric said about giving Bryant another shot.
Gregory was already up to his ears sorting out family crap at the Ford’s place that night, didn’t need any extra headache.
In my heart, I knew which path I was meant to take moving forward.
But as I rambled on, Gregory was half–distracted, typing away on his phone. I only caught the tail end of his musing, “So, do you want to?”
“Want what?” I asked reflexively.
Gregory flashed a mischievous smile, “Fantasize about marrying me. Do you want to?”
I gave him a playful glare. “Is that your idea of a proposal?”
“No, it’s not,” Gregory quickly denied, then ruffled my hair a bit less gently than usual, “Proposals shouldn’t be rushed. Besides, it’s my place to bring up the subject when the time’s right.”
His words smoothed over the irritation Alaric had stirred in me. Looking up at Gregory, I couldn’t help but smile, “At least you’re sensible.
As he pulled me into the elevator, he asked, “So, being sensible, do I get a reward?”
“What do you want? As long as it doesn’t bankrupt me, I’m all ears.”
“Kiss me,” he pointed at his right cheek.
Instinctively, my gaze flicked to the elevator’s camera, and I hissed, “There’s a camera!”
“Oh.”
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Gregory sounded reluctantly resigned, but then, leveraging his height and long legs, he swiftly covered the camera with his hand and eyed me, “Can you kiss me now?”
This was just like hiding your head in the sand.
Worried he might do something more outrageous, I tiptoed and quickly pecked his cheek, then yanked his hand away. “There, happy now?”
“Eh, it’s just okay,” Gregory quipped, his eyebrows dancing with playful dissatisfaction.
When the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, he didn’t budge. I urged, “This is your stop.”
He lived on the fifth floor; I was on the sixth.
Gregory’s smile held a hint of mischief, “And you haven’t reached yours?”
Before I could fully process his words, he scooped me in his arms and carried me out of the elevator!
As the elevator doors closed behind us, he pinned me against the hallway wall, his gaze intensifying, “No cameras here.”
“Huh?”
Before I could catch up with his pace, his voice dropped to a whisper, “We can start kissing
now.”