Chapter 291

Chapter 291

Was there some bad blood between him and Dorothy behind the scenes?

Gregory half–closed his eyes, sounding utterly casual, “Don’t flatter yourself. I was looking forward to dealing with her myself.”

I promptly responded, “Fine, then today’s damn is on you“.

I could get back at Dorothy while keeping my hands clean. Why the hell not?

Gregory gave me a side glance, chuckling, Jane, you sure know how to climb the ladder, huh?”

“Guess I do!” I laughed, “But when did you catch wind of it?”

Gregory looked at me like I was a fool. “You think Jarrod would make a move without giving me a heads–up?”

I furrowed my brows, thinking it over, and it clicked. “Got it.”

Jarrod would tell Gregory about it If Gregory nodded, it was like Jarrod was doing Gregory a favor since I had leveraged Gregory’s. influence when I approached him that day. If things went south, Gregory would be there to back him up. And if Gregory objected, it would be even better for Jarrod. He wouldn’t have to risk facing retaliation from the Myers family. Either way, he was sitting pretty When back at River Villa, we parted ways after exiting the elevator, each heading to our apartment.

I had barely crashed on the couch when the doorbell rang.

Was someone having second thoughts about taking the blame?

Ilazily made my way to the entrance, twisting the doorknob while casually saying, “Mr. Ford, you’ve changed your mind about taking the fall, have you?”

But standing there was Mark. His face was all smiles, but his eyes momentarily froze when he heard me mention Gregory and then softened again, “Jane, haven’t had dinner yet, have you?”

“Not yet.” I shook my head and smiled. “Mark, what brings you here?”

“I got off work early today and picked up something for you to eat.” He lifted the takeaway bag in his hand, “You’re sure to love it”

I noticed the logo on the bag, feeling surprised, “Isn’t that seafood joint way up north? Traffic’s a nightmare, not to mention the wait…” That place was an institution in RiverCity. We used to go there back in college. Back then, boundless energy, we’d trek any distance for a good meal

Mark’s smile was gentle. “If it makes you happy, I’d run till my legs fell off.”

“Thanks, Mark” I hesitated before taking the insulated bag from him, smiling, “You must be hungry, too. Join me?

As I spoke, I bent down to grab a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

“it’d be rude to refuse He stepped inside, his eyes lighting up with joy, feeling as if having dinner with me was the highlight of his day. But I was worried I couldn’t give him back the same kind of deep, real love he was showing me.

Mark came over, helping me unpack the bag, dish by dish. The aroma was enticing.

I tried the spicy fish, and immediately, my appetite surged, “Tastes just as amazing as I remember!”

“Knew you’d love it” Mark was clearly relieved, his smile lighting up his whole face. “If you like it, I can make the trip more often.”

“No need. It’s too far I took a shrimp, gently declining, “With traffic and waiting, it’s a three to four–hour round trip, not worth it.”

His gaze intensified. “If you like it, it’s worth it.”