<b>Chapter </b><b>243</b>


    It wasn’t so much sadness as it was envy. If Mom were still alive, she’d also look out for me.


    I murmured in my heart, ‘Mom… Oh, how I miss you.”


    “What are you blubbering about? Out of nowhere, from behind a massive pir in the parking lot, Gregory emerged, frowning at me.


    “Weren’t you all gung–ho about getting that divorce? Can’t bear to leave after just a few words exchanged?”


    I hastily wiped away fny tears, sniffed<b>, </b>and mumbled, “It’s not that. The wind’s strong out here. Got something in my eye.”


    “Ah.” He saw right through my lie, his sarcasm biting. “For something in your eye, you’re quite the crybaby.”


    What a terrible joke.


    Yet, my foul mood lifted a bit. “Didn’t you say you’d wait in the car? What are you doing out here?”


    “Got stuffy.” He dropped those words and wandered <b>ahead</b><b>.</b>


    As we got into the car and the heater kicked in, I suddenly realized how cold I’d been from head to toe. It chilled me to the bone.


    The silver Pagani roared to life, merging swiftly onto the main road.


    I gathered my thoughts. “What was the real reason you asked me here today?”


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    At first, I thought maybe he needed a date. Then, it seemed like he was dragging me in as some actress. I wasn’t so <b>sure</b>.


    In the slow–moving city traffic, with frequent red lights, even a sports car could only stop and go.


    Gregory nced at me. “What do you think?”


    “To make me see the truth, to


    stop me frompeting with your dear god sister, Dorothy, over a man,” I said.


    “Idiotic. Didn’t you say I ruined your n the other day?” He rested one handzily on the window sill, the other on the steering wheel. Tm giving it back to you now.”


    Hearing that, Lunderstood. Gregory wanted me to see the Myers family’s determination to have Bryant as a son–inw. That way, my divorce from Bryant would speed up.


    I nced at him. “So, should I thank you?”


    Gregory smirked. “Sure. Buy me dinner, or give me


    e a nod of thanks. Your choice.


    I sighed. “You, of all people, don’t seem the type to be so loyal.


    Gregory’s jaw tensed, and he smiled, “You have a unique way <b>of </b></divplimenting people.”


    “Aren’t you worried about facing the Myers family like this today?” I asked casually.


    Gregory said casually, “What’s there to worry about? At most, my dad would yell at me a bit. That wouldn’t harm a bit. If he hits me, my granddad will chase him with a cane.”


    It seemed that <b>wasn’t </b>his first rodeo.


    I chuckled, about to say something, when he casually lifted his eyelids. “Getting hit doesn’t matter. As long as I’m not dead, I would keep mentioning my missing fiancée. Otherwise<b>, </b>she’ll truly be gone if we all stop.”


    I paused, realizing he was talking about the missing Ms. Myers.


    I raised an eyebrow. “With you being so devoted, it’s <b>funny </b>that Susan still worries your parents think you might do something drastic, like marrying me<b>”</b>


    Gregory sighed. “She’s a worrywart.”


    As we spoke, the car entered the River Vi’s g garage. He parked swiftly, giving me <b>a </b>slight smirk. “And you better not harbor any delusions about me. I could never fall for


    <b>you</b>


    “Got it, got it. Just get over yourself.” I grumbled, exiting the car and heading for the elevator alone.


    Once out of the elevator we went our separate ways. When spotting a cake box at my door, surprise took <b>over</b>. Bending down, I <b>lifted </b>it. peering through the transparent side to see a note inside. “Jane, happy birthday Wishing you all the best.”


    Hearing the noise, Gregory turned back to look, his gaze shifting, curiously asking. “A birthday cake? Your birthday’s today, too?”