Chapter 238

Chapter 238

I was sipping on my juice when her final words made me choke hard.

After catching my breath, I finished my meal and poked her cheek, “Can’t you shoot for something a bit classier?”

“Eight figures, though. You might handle it, but I sure can’t.” Christine’s head spun with dollar signs, “Actually, bending a little for money Isn’t such a bad idea. And that Margaret, she’s just his dad’s lady. Nothing ever happened between them.”

“Better drop that thought right now. As I grabbed my jacket to head out with her, I couldn’t help but add, “And that Teresa, still dreaming of getting Bryant to marry Margaret.”

“What?” Christine slipped into her heels, blown away by my words, “Has sh

e lost her mind after being in a coma for so long? And wasn’t she falling out with Margaret just the other day? Now they’re back on the same tearn?”

“Who knows” I picked up my bag and opened the door.

With her imagination running wild, Christine speculated, “What if they’re into some crazy stuff?”

I asked, “Like what?”

“Maybe a threesome?” Her shocking theories continued as she analyzed. “They’re already sharing a man. What else could reconcile them so quickly?”

“A threesome?” My eyes widened in disbelief at Christine. “No way.”

“Mrs. Ferguson does have a taste for the unconventional,”

Just as we stepped out, the door at the end of the hallway swung open, and Gregory looked over with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t understand why Gregory caught me every time I said or did something sketchy.

I looked at him, helpless, “Do you get a kick out of eavesdropping?”

“Tm in my own house.” Gregory appeared as if he had just woken up, his hair slightly tousled, adding to his laid–back charm. “This is legitimate eavesdropping.”

I couldn’t out–talk him, so I let it go. “Fine, we’ve got stuff to do. We’re off

He stopped me, “Where to?”

I said, “Running errands.”

“Wait up.” He turned inside and came out with a dress box, handing it over lazily. “Wear this tonight”

“Ainght.” Being his plus–one and him providing the dress wasn’t too odd, so I didn’t refuse and took it.

He glanced at the time. “Meet here at five

It was already past two, and with evening traffic, I’d barely make it back in time.

Showing up at a dinner party required some basic prep and makeup. It would take a decent chunk of time.

Gregory raised an eyebrow. “Any problem?”

“No problem.” Thinking about the recording he had on me, I resignedly accepted.

The office hunt with Christine would have to wait until tomorrow. She patted my shoulder and took off.

Once I resignedly returned home with the dress box, Christine’s text was waiting. [I’m off to check the office. Call me if you finish early tonight, and we’ll celebrate your birthday.]

[Okay.] After replying to her message, I got a call from Mark, asking if I was free for dinner tonight.

I had to decline. The dinner party would likely run late, and I wouldn’t make it.

Later, I transferred Bryant’s money back to him and went to get ready, stepping into the shower to wash my hair. As I slipped into the dress, there was a knock on the door.

Opening it, I saw Gregory still in casual wear. “Let’s go.”

His eyes lingered on me, a hint of admiration flashing, and his lips curved slightly, “Nice collarbones.”

I replied, “Thanks.”

His specific compliment was so like him. Oddly enough, though such words might sound sleazy to anyone else, coming from him, it felt as sincere as a simple “you look nice.”

It didn’t provoke any resistance but made him seem genuinely appreciative.