Chapter 268
“How did you know?” I blurted out, Instantly feeling a bit foolish for asking.
Given his relationship with Dorothy, it was obvious he would know.
He made no move to take the dress back, so I pushed it towards him again, only to hear him chuckle, “Mrs. Ferguson, you really think I’m that petty? To take a gift back?”
“A gift?” I was taken aback.
The dress was expensive, definitely costing a pretty penny.
Gregory crossed his arms, clearly avoiding my attempt to return the dress, and said with a carefree grin, “What, you think I’d let you play my date for free?”
“Fine” I conceded, deciding not to push the issue further and accept the gift.
The price was nothing to him, so if I kept refusing. I’d just seem stuck–up.
I smiled slightly as I said, “Thank you.”
If you really want to thank me, do me a favor.”
“Not playing your date again,” I immediately said.
Gregory’s laugh was filled with amusement. “What are you thinking? I need you to go to RiverCity University this Sunday morning to pick someone up from school. I’m probably going to be busy that day. I’d appreciate it.”
I frowned, “A boy or a girl?”
“A girl.”
Suddenly, it clicked.
He had mentioned being here to accompany someone studying, and I had thought it was an illegitimate child. But given his age, it wasn’t likely he’d have a child in college…
Was it his girlfriend?
When I nodded in agreement, my eyes inadvertently swept over a pair of women’s slippers under the hallway cabinet and I smiled, “Alright, I do it.”
After all, my main focus lately was on negotiating a deal with RF. Once the funds were in, we could really get started. I should be free over the weekend, so taking some time to pick someone up wasn’t an issue.
The next day, just as I got out of bed, the doorbell rang
Once I opened the door, Bryant stepped in wearing a tailor–made suit, comfortably making himself at home and switching to slippers.
He started unpacking a breakfast packed in a thermal box onto the table.
“Made by the chefs at the Ferguson Mansion.”
He pulled me over and pushed me into a chair “Eat up while it’s hot. Gary said these are your favorites.”
Lwas still a bit dazed, “Bryant, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re still getting a divorce. You don’t need to be this nice to me.”
Couples on the brink of divorce didn’t need to perform such tender acts.
“You’re the one who’s got it wrong.”
Bryant carefully tied my hair back, making it easier for me to eat, his voice deep and rich, I’ve said it before, I’m serious about winning my wife back”
He seemed convinced that if he kept this up, I’d eventually be won over by his efforts. And I knew there was a good chance of that.
I was frustrated, “But I don’t need these fleeting gestures. Bryant, why are you suddenly putting in so much effort to win me back? What’s the real reason?”
“Is it because there’s no one else around you, that’s why yo
why you want to cling to me?”
“Or is it because you just can’t stand to let go?”
Indeed, in the hospital and even now, he had been acting very seriously. Like a husband desperate to win back his wife.
But I was scared!
I had once failed to understand him, and now I didn’t want to try anymore.
Bryant’s fingers on my neck stiffened momentarily, “Nelther”
“Then why?” I laughed bitterly, standing up to face him, “Don’t tell me it’s because you like me. You need Kevin to remind you of my birthday. Gary has to tell you what I like to eat. So, what about you? How much do you really know about me?”