NovelAppChapter 392
| suddenly sprung to my feet, tiptoeing and plunging headfirst into his embrace. My arms wrapped tightly around
his waist, clinging to him as if my life depended on it.
“Feeling affectionate, huh?” He seemed to enjoy it, his hands gently kneading the back of my head. “Have you
decided about what we discussed?”
“I have,” | replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
But before | could say something more, my gaze caught Bryant standing at the doorway, his expression stormy.
Without waiting forto speak, Bryant softly knocked on the door frame. “Honey, it’s tto chome.”
“I'll handle this.” Gregory patted my head and gently released me, ready to turn around.
“Gregory.” | called out to him, and he stiffened momentarily but responded,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Yes? What is it?”
| couldn't meet his eyes, mustering all my strength to speak casually, “Bryant's
here to takehome.”
Gregory's lips twitched, not with a smile, but with a trace of confusion. “What did you say?”
“I've had my fun. It's tto return to my role as Mrs. Ferguson.” | tried to shrug it off, “Let's go our separate
ways, Gregory.”
| left him behind cruelly, just as Bryant had once leftin that basement.
Bryant wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked away, looking every bit the loving couple.
As the elevator doors closed, | broke free from Bryant's grasp and stepped back. “Bryant, this one-month
arrangement doesn’t include... sleeping together, right?”
What a distasteful topic. Yet, | discussed it with the calmness of a business negotiation.
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“Of course not,” he replied, wiping my fingers with a sanitizing wipe, “It doesn’t
include that.”
| met his gaze and continued, “I won't move into the Ferguson Mansion, nor will | live with you.”
“Keeping faithful for Gregory?” His tone was with sarcasm. “As Mrs. Ferguson, what duties do you plan to fulfill?”
“Like helping your mistress through her pregnancy?” | spoke softly.
Bryant's expression turned cold instantly. As the elevator doors opened, he grabbed my wrist and ledswiftly
to the car, shovinginside. “Jane, doesn’t being my wife mean anything to you anymore?”
| moved away. “It still does.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis expression softened a bit, as he was about to speak, | quietly added,
“Shackles.”
The dreams | used to cherish, the person | longed to hold on to, and the identity that once filledwith joy, at
the moment, all felt like shackles, bindingso tightly that | struggled to breathe.
Blown away, Bryant froze before instructing the driver calmly. “Let's go home.”
| insisted, “I told you, I'm not going to the Ferguson Mansion.”
His voice turned icy. “You don’t have a choice.”
| retorted, “Using Gregory as a threat?”
Bryant said, “If that’s how you see it.”
“Fine.” | knew how to provoke Bryant, staring straight at him. “As long as you let Gregory alone, anything is fine
by me!”
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