I thought, ‘Beg you? Are you serious? Are you out of your mind?’


    I yanked my hand away from his grasp, not caring if Bryant and Mark could


    see us. At this point, it was like throwing caution to the wind. I turned and


    headed for the exit.


    Suddenly, everything went dark as a men’s trench coat was thrown over my


    head. With a clever twist, he pulled me back, pressing me against the railing


    and out of the other two’s line of sight. My nose was filled with the fresh smell


    of mint. That matched with Gregory.


    I could tell Bryant hesitated before Gregory’s rebellious voice filled the air,


    “Mr. Ferguson, you seem interested in the private affairs of young couples?”


    Slowly scrutinizing, Bryant said, “Your girlfriend’s shoes, my wife seems to


    have a pair just like them.”


    My heart skipped a beat. These were limited editions from a boutique in


    RiverCity. You could count on one hand how many pairs there were.


    It was not like I overheard any secrets. Walking away guilt-free was an option,


    but Gregory’s antics made me feel I was in the wrong. Frozen, I didn’t dare


    move.


    “Seems?” Gregory smirked, the kind that was asking for trouble, “Mr.


    Ferguson, it seems you’re not too attached to your current wife if you’re


    unsure about her personal belongings. Maybe you should get a divorce and


    make Dorothy’s day.”


    Bryant’s voice turned chilly, barely concealing his annoyance, “So concerned


    about Dorothy, why don’t you marry her?”


    “I’m afraid I can’t afford that luxury.” Gregory immediately declined, teasing,


    “Nah, my girlfriend’s all I need.”


    Then, still under the trench coat, he patted my head. “Right, babe?”


    He was really pushing his luck.


    I suddenly lifted my leg and stomped on his foot hard!


    Bryant sneered, “It seems your girlfriend doesn’t love you that much.”


    Gregory casually responded, “Not really. She’s just a bit temperamental. AtN?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    least we’re not on the verge of divorce.”


    That was a direct hit at Bryant Wegard for his feelings. It felt like Gregory was moments away


    from spilling Bryant and m


    names.


    Surprisingly, Bryant didn’t explode. He stated, “Mr. Ford, I wouldn’t need to


    consider divorce if you could keep Dorothy in check.”


    With that, Bryant walked away, and Mark, lingering a few seconds longer, also


    took his leave.


    Meeting my gaze, Gregory seemed unfazed, even going as far as to critique,


    “Bryant is not the right guy for a girl like you.”


    His calm demeanor made me guess that the online drama was his doing.


    I tossed his coat back at him, irritated. “You’ve met me a few times, and you


    think you know me?