Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 346
Even though the hallway was covered with thick–piled carpet, the sharp pain of my tailbone hitting the ground snapped me out of
my
daze.
The person who had brought me up was Bryant.
And I had mistaken him for someone else.
Perhaps sensing my resistance, Bryant paused for a moment, his silhouette against the light as he let out a mocking chuckle,
“So, you’re dead set on being with him? Waiting to play bridesmaid when he marries Lilliana?”
Gregory always had a sharp tongue, “Are you referring to yourself?”
With his long strides, Gregory was by my side in a heartbeat, helping me up from the floor, and offering Bryant a dismissive
smile, “Mr. Ferguson, take care, we won’t see you out.”
Bryant clenched his fists, trying to suppress his rage, “You better focus on Lilliana. Jane, she’ll only ever belong to me.”
“She’s never been anyone’s possession.” Gregory’s voice was calm. “She belongs to herself.”
Bryant’s gaze turned icy as he extended a hand towards me, probably the most humble gesture he’d ever made, his version of a
compromise, “Come on, stop making a scene. You and he, it’s never going to work. Come back home with me.”
“It doesn’t matter what happens between him and me, or anyone else for that matter, it’s none of your business.”
My head was throbbing, but my words were clear, “You and I, we’ve been over for a long time. Stop saying things that could
cause misunderstandings.”
At that, Bryant was seething with a destructive rage, his tone terrifyingly low, “Afraid of misunderstandings? Whose?”
He glanced at Gregory, sneering, “His misunderstandings? Jane, don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for him. Don’t use him to
make me jealous.”
I couldn’t help but want to laugh, “And why can’t I fall for him?”

Whether
it
was the alcohol or just a rebellious impulse, I reached for Gregory’s collar, tiptoed, and brushed my lips against his cheek.
Even in my drunken state, I could almost hear heartbeats pounding furiously.
Coming from Gregory.
I turned back to Bryant, “You believe me now?”
His face was a thundercloud, but before he could react, Gregory pulled me into his embrace, facing Bryant.
“My girlfriend’s not great with her liquor, my apologies.”
The apology was there, but the tone was defiant.
“My girlfriend“.
That caught me off guard.
Bryant’s fists were tight, his anger almost palpable, he gritted his teeth, “Are you that fond of stealing from another man?”
“Steal?” Gregory chuckled casually, “It’s her choice, not mine. But, feel free to use whatever means you have, just don’t hold
back.” “Remember what you said today!”
With a cold laugh and a look that mixed pain with confidence, Bryant said, “You’ll regret your choice someday.”
After a last glance at me, he turned and strode away!
I knew his methods were ruthless and decisive; I didn’t want him to harm others because of me.
Trying to follow him, I was instead pulled back by Gregory into the room.
As I was staggering and unsteady, he dumped me on the couch where I winced in pain, snapping, “What are you doing?!*
“What am I doing?”

Gregory’s smile was tinged with a coldness, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Why were you chasing after him? Regretting what
you just said? Eager to drop the act after your attempt at playing hard to get failed?”