<b>Chapter </b><b>313</b>
“<b>Mom</b>.. Why should I? I’m the customer here!”
<b>“</b><b>Just </b><b>do </b><b>as </b><b>told</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>Susan bit her tongue and returned the phone to Gregory, shooting me a forced smile. “Ms. Webster, <b>since </b><b>you </b>designed the dress, we’d love for you toe to the engagement party next week. Just <b>in </b>case there are anyst–minute fixes <b>needed </b>with the dress<b>.</b><b>”</b>
<b>“</b>The door is right there<b>.</b><b>” </b>I made a shooing gesture. You can transfer the final payment to the same ount. Thank <b>you</b>.”
After the drama wrapped up, it was nearing seven o’clock. I spontaneously suggested grabbing some dinner together.
<b>We </b><b>had </b>just reached the parking garage when Christine got a call about a bar crawl and decided to ditch me, leaving just me<b>, </b>Gregory, <b>and </b>Molly.
Gregory nodded at me. “Hop in my car. I’ll give you and Molly a ride to work tomorrow<b>.”</b>
“Sure.” As I moved to open the backseat door, Molly nudged me toward the passenger seat. “Sit in the front<b>, </b>Jane. The <b>back’s </b>a bit cramped<b>.”</b>
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I was browsing through a food delivery app, thinking about where to order the food from, when Gregory yawned. “I’m beaten. Let’s head back and order something to my ce.”
That wasn’t a bad idea. I was feeling pretty worn out myself. When we got home, the delivery was already at the door.
Gregory grabbed the food and headed toward his ce with a mischievous smirk. “Let’s eat at mine. <b>I’d </b>hate for your ce to be a scene of scandal.”
I was stunned. “Scandal? What scandal?<b>”</b>
Gregoryzily walked in<b>, </b>handing me a pair of new slippers. “Between Bryant and Mark, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”
I pretended not <b>to </b>hear, but he coldly added, “Neither is good for you. Not Bryant, and Mark’s no better.”
“And you would know?” <b>I </b>couldn’t help but retort<b>, </b>taking the delivery bags from him and setting everything up on the table.
“Try them and see.” Gregory snorted with a cocky nce as <b>if </b>mocking my naivety.
Before I could respond, he headed to the kitchen and plugged in an electric grill. Soon, the delicious aroma filled the air.
Gregory usually was a chatterbox, but at dinner, he was silent, focusing only on his meal. Meanwhile, Molly and I kept the conversation going non–stop.
After we finished eating, I started to clean up, but Gregory stopped me with a casual, <b>“</b>Go rx. No women do housework in this house. If Grandma saw it, she’d chew my ear off.”
At first, it didn’t seem odd, but then it struck me with a slightly flirty undertone.
However, the person who said it showed no awareness and calmly continued tidying up.
Molly grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s give you the grand tour!”
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Her enthusiasm was irresistible, leaving me no room to decline.
After a quick tour of the living room and her room, she led me into Gregory’s study. “You wouldn’t believe the cool stuff my brother has. He’s got art and artifacts that you can’t find just anywhere…”
A ceramic piggy bank shaped like a rabbit drew my eyes. <b>It </b>was ugly yet oddly familiar. Instead of repulsion, I felt a strange affection and impulsively picked it up. It was heavy, and when I shook it, I could hear the coins inside.
I chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pegged your brother for…”
“Who said you could touch that?” A fierce rebuke came from behind<b>, </b>startling me into dropping the piggy bank.
Crash! The piggy bank shattered, coins scattering everywhere.
Gregory rushed over, and <b>as </b>I looked up, I saw a storm brewing on his face, anger mounting!