Hearing that, I fell silent.
It wasn't until the car sped off into the night that I turned to look at Gregory again.
"How did you find this place?" I asked.
He unlocked his phone and tossed it my way, "Your husband sent me the address."
I glanced at the screen, a message from an unknown number.
It might not even be Bryant. Or rather, I couldn't bring myself to believe it was Bryant.
Gregory seemed to catch onto my hesitation. With a casual grip on the steering wheel, he began to theorize, "With everything thatâs gone down today, the Myerses mustâve offered Jarrod something sweet to get on board. Dorothy kidnapping you was definitely a move against Bryant; thus, nobody else would know this address."
"Jarrodâs guys, whoâve got no beef nor bond with me and certainly donât know Iâm connected to you, wouldnât be the ones to get me to rescue you."
"So, the text could only have come from Bryant."
This was the first time he had taken such a patient and elaborate approach with me.
I clenched my fist, "Got it, thanks."
It was the usual pretense.
Sending messages to Gregory on one hand and turning guns on me with the other.
At a stoplight, Gregory glanced over, "Go to hospital?"
I shook my head, "Just home."
I was exhausted and didn't want another hospital trip. These wounds looked worse than they actually were. A hospital visit would probably just mean some disinfection and ointment, all of which I had at home.
Remembering he had asked me to pick someone up, I ventured, "I didnât pick up your girlfriend, hope I didnât cause any trouble?"
"Girlfriend?"
His frown was severe as he shot me a sideways glance, "Your imaginationâs wasted not writing."
I was confused. He then said in a calm tone, "Sheâs fine, very easy-going."
That put my mind at ease, but it didn't stop my questions.
After what had happened, I felt like I had walked through the gates of hell and back, leaving me somewhat out of sorts in the ensuing calm.
Arriving at River Villa, Gregory carried me out of the car and into the elevator lobby, tilting his chin, "What are you waiting for? Hit the button."
I snapped back to reality, "Right."
Stepping out of the elevator, we were greeted by a familiar figure.
"What happened to you?"
Markâs face darkened at the sight of my injuries, reaching out to take me from Gregory.
Gregory held firm, skillfully deferring, "We're practically at the door. Iâll bring her in."
"Alright."
Mark, mindful of my injuries, didnât press further and reached to open the door, surprised to find his fingerprint still worked.
He looked at me in surprise, and I smiled, "Landlords usually keep a key, right? As a tenant, it wouldn't make sense for me to delete your access."
Once inside, Gregory placed me on the couch.
I looked up at him, "Thanks for today."
Though it was Dorothy who stirred up trouble, it ultimately had nothing to do with him.
He really didn't have to involve himself.
He said casually, "You owe me two meals now."
"Iâll treat you once Iâm better," I was resigned.
He didn't stick around; instead, he turned to Mark and playfully raised an eyebrow. "You wouldnât take advantage of people in vulnerable positions, would you?"
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ï¤Chapter 275 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions Markâs smile was light, "If you didnât, why would I?"
"Iâll leave her in your care then. Iâm not cut out for the delicate work of treating wounds."
With a yawn, Gregory lazily made his exit.
Mark brought over a first aid kit, his gaze softening with concern as he looked at my injuries, "What exactly happened?"
"Itâs nothing."
I hesitated, not daring to tell him everything, just smiling, "See, I made it back fine, really. You donât need to do anything more for me. I know things are complicated with your family; you need to look after yourself first."
I still vividly remembered the last time he took a beating on my behalf.
I couldnât bear to see him in trouble again because of me.
Seeing the shadow in his eyes, I changed the subject, "Did you come over for something specific today?"
"I heard you were looking for an office space, and we have some available property. I thought you might want to check it out," Mark explained gently.
"But when I couldnât reach you by phone, I got worried and came over."
I thanked him before letting him know, "No worries, Christine and I already found a place."