Chapter 392: CHAPTER 392

Chapter 392

I 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,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

But before I could say something more, my gaze caught Bryant standing at the doorway, his expression stormy.

Without waiting for me to speak, Bryant softly knocked on the door frame. “Honey, it’s time to come home.”

“I’ll handle this.” Gregory patted my head and gently released me, ready to turn around.

“Gregory.” I called out to him, and he stiffened momentarily but responded,

“Yes? What is it?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes, mustering all my strength to speak casually, “Bryant’s

here to take me home.”

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 time to return to my role as Mrs. Ferguson.” I tried to shrug it off, “Let’s go our separate ways, Gregory.”

I left him behind cruelly, just as Bryant had once left me in that basement.

Bryant wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked away, looking every bit the loving couple.

As the elevator doors closed, I 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, I discussed it with the calmness of a business negotiation.

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Chapter 392

“Of course not,” he replied, wiping my fingers with a sanitizing wipe, “It doesn’t

include that.”

I met his gaze and continued, “I won’t move into the Ferguson Mansion, nor will I 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?” I spoke softly.

Bryant’s expression turned cold instantly. As the elevator doors opened, he grabbed my wrist and led me swiftly to the car, shoving me inside. “Jane, doesn’t being my wife mean anything to you anymore?”

I moved away. “It still does.”

His expression softened a bit, as he was about to speak, I quietly added,

“Shackles.”

The dreams I used to cherish, the person I longed to hold on to, and the identity that once filled me with joy, at the moment, all felt like shackles, binding me so tightly that I struggled to breathe.

Blown away, Bryant froze before instructing the driver calmly. “Let’s go home.”

I insisted, “I told you, I’m not going to the Ferguson Mansion.”

His voice turned icy. “You don’t have a choice.”

I retorted, “Using Gregory as a threat?”

Bryant said, “If that’s how you see it.”

“Fine.” I knew how to provoke Bryant, staring straight at him. “As long as you let Gregory alone, anything is fine by me!”

Veins bulged in his temples, and his teeth clenched in anger, “Even sleeping together?”

“Bryant,” I smiled faintly, saying, “If you want to kill me, that’s also an option.”

His eyes reddened instantly, his hand reaching to touch my head but stopped midway when I instinctively moved away. I turned my gaze to the window, ignoring him. The night was ominously deep. My mind replayed the scenes

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from the upstairs, Gregory’s chill touch.

Gregory asked me, “Is someone threatening you? Jane, go ahead and do your thing, just don’t do anything stupid”

Gregory refused to let go. “Jane, Jane…”

I felt a bit out of it as if hearing a sobbing voice.

I said, “You’re overthinking it, Gregory. I was always Mrs. Ferguson. You know, the typical marital spat, but we’ll make up by bedtime. You’ll understand once you’re married.”

Gregory’s eyes darkened with a desire to devour me, yet he forced a mocking smile, “What? You’re hoping I get married?”

I pretended to be calm. “Yeah, you’re even three years older than me. It’s time. Bryant and I will give you a generous wedding gift!”

True to his word, Bryant didn’t make me wait long. Within days, that illegitimate son of the Ford family was out of the Ford Group headquarters.

Paul was still in the hospital. And Gregory’s life seemed to return to normal gradually. He clinched several big projects one after another, his moves swift and ruthless.