Christine was in the throes of a vibrant dance floor, lost in the beats and lights, when her wristwatch buzzed with an incoming call. As she reached to check it, an unseen force whisked her away from the dance and into the privacy of a lounge.
Stumbling through the doorway, she regained her footing only to lock eyes with a face both familiar and icily distant.
Before she could utter a word, her wristwatch vibrated once more. It was Jane on the line. âHave you been able to reach Dailey? I canât seem to get a hold of Gregory.â
What a coincidence, Dailey was right there in front of her.
Christine extended her watch towards him. âHear that, Mr. Clarkson?â
Dailey, catching the urgency, immediately dialed out on his phone.
Christine, still on the line with Jane, asked, âDid you try reaching Lucius?â
âNo luck there.â
This sobered Christine up. Lucius was always reachable, his phone a 24/7 lifeline. The possibility of not being able to contact him hinted at trouble, yet she couldnât voice her concerns to Jane, especially with her being pregnant. Instead, she offered reassurance, âMaybe heâs on a flight back? A guy like Gregory? Heâs more likely to be the bully than the bullied. Pregnancy can make you overthink, Jane. Letâs focus on the positives, alright?â
Mid-conversation, Christineâs high heels betrayed her on the plush carpet, sending her tumbling towards Dailey. He caught her with reflexes sharp as his gaze, steadying her with a look that commanded silence as he continued his call.
Once the call ended, Dailey spoke, âThereâs been a situation with Gregory. Canât get through to Jane right now. Just pacify her, tell her everythingâs connected and Gregory will call as soon as heâs free.â
Christine, regaining her composure, wondered aloud about Gregoryâs situation only to find Dailey had already left the scene.
...
Shortly after, Janeâs call came through again. Christine reassured her, âDailey got through to them. Gregoryâs just tied up, but heâll call you back soon.â
Despite Christineâs words, Janeâs worry was palpable, âIs it something serious? Is Gregory okay?â
âTrust me, heâs fine. Iâll check in with Dailey again if we donât hear back soon. Just stay calm,â Christine advised.
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 617 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions Ending the call, Jane was left to wait, her concern only slightly eased by her friendâs assurance.
Across the sea, Gregory finally settled on a couch, eyeing his shattered phone with a cold detachment that matched the icy silence in the room.
Lucius, having secured the intruders, handed over his own phone, urging, âGregory, your wifeâs been trying to reach you. Better call now, or she wonât sleep a wink.â
Dialing the familiar number, Gregoryâs façade of calm betrayed him as he flinched at an unseen pain.
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The ring of the phone jolted Jane from a fitful sleep, her heart racing with dread from a nightmare where Gregory was hurt.
âGregory!â Her voice was frantic, laced with fear.
His tone was calm, typical, yet she caught the sharp intake of breath on his end. âAre you hurt?â
He tried to brush it off, joking about her pregnancy-induced worries, but Jane was not convinced. âWhy does it feel like youâre keeping things from me now?â
Their conversation, a mix of concern, reassurance, and unspoken fears, was a testament to the complexities of love and the shadows cast by distance and danger.