Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 177

In the dead of night, as I dozed off beside the hospital bed, I felt what seemed like dry fingers brushing against my face. "Idiot, you'd believe anything anyone tells you."

"Hmm..." I swatted the hand away and rolled over, realizing I was supposed to be caring for a patient. I shot upright and blurted out, "What did you just say? Are you feeling okay?"

All I could see was Bryant's closed eyes and his steady breathing.

I wondered if I was hearing things. I didn't give it much thought, chalking it up to being rattled by the day's event and my nerves frazzled. I drifted back to sleep without much ado.

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The following morning, Kevin brought us a special breakfast from a traditional diner known for its delicious brunch, all to Bryant's tastes. But after only a few bites, Bryant excused himself to attend to business matters. Kevin had brought more than just breakfast. A hefty stack of documents awaited Bryant. Being the CEO of Ferguson Group was no walk in the park.

As I munched on my breakfast, I occasionally glanced his way. The warm winter sun streamed in, casting a soft glow around him, highlighting his perfectly chiseled profile, the glasses perched on his high nose, and his lips slightly pursed.

I had to admit the man was easy on the eyes. If only he weren't such a jerk.

After breakfast, Gary called to ask when he could deliver the fingerprint analysis results.

"Right away. Still at the Riverview Estate," I responded immediately.

After a night in the hospital, I was desperate for a shower and a change of clothes.

Hanging up, Bryant caught my gaze. "Leaving again?"

"I'll be back." I offered a reassuring smile. "I've got a surprise for you when I return."

That way, I wouldn't have to worry no matter what Margaret tried to stir up. In two days, she'd have no choice but to leave. And perhaps then, Bryant and I could finally sever ties.

He raised an eyebrow, asking, "What kind of surprise?"

"You'll see." With that, I hurried out of the hospital.

"He always wears a charm bracelet around his wrist since he was a kid and even showers with it on. You were probably talking to him on the phone right before yesterday's incident."

Kathy easily divulged these details.

Without further objection, I got into the car.

Once inside, Kathy said, "Ms. Webster, I’m taking you to a place."

"As long as it's not to kill me and chop me off," I quipped.

The car weaved through traffic, eventually arriving at a peaceful street in an affluent neighborhood, mirroring the upscale tranquility of the Ferguson Mansion.

The Ferguson family's wealth was no secret. But the Larson family seemed to embody a more understated type of wealth, their exact standing compared to the Fergusons a mystery.