<b>Chapter </b><b>335</b>
<b>I </b>nodded, a grin spreading across my face. “Yeah, that’s right. What about you? Christmas is here; when are you heading back?”
Even if the deal with Gregory didn’t go through, <b>I </b>still had to make the trip. The custom–made dresses for Ramona and Adah needed to be delivered. After all, it wasn’t just about the items<b>, </b>but the service too. Besides, Janedream was counting on these twodies to help boost its reputation. This was a trip I had <b>to </b>make personally.
<b>“</b>I’ll go back with you <b>guys</b>! Wait up for me!” Molly threw the door open and dashed back inside, cramming stuff into a backpack before reappearing.
“Molly, what are you, practicing parkour at home this early? Keep it down<b>, </b>or move out. It’s not like you don’t have another ce<b>!</b>” From the living room, Gregory’s annoyed roar filled the air.
And he said I had morning temper? Clearly, his temper was clearly worse.
Molly shushed him, “Why so grumpy? Jane’s waiting at the door for us, get up!”
“Just three more minutes.” After that, silence resumed.
I nced at my watch. Perfect, only five minutes left until the time Gregory and I had agreed upon. Surprisingly, at 7:00 AM sharp, hezily walked out the door. Apparently, three minutes for sleeping, two for brushing and washing up.
Which rich kid treats his own image with such disregard? His bangs were a messy tumble over his forehead, fluffy like a bird’s nest, his eyes half–closed in a do–not–disturb manner. Still, with his good looks and natural charm, even this disheveled appearance seemed irresistibly alluring.
Catching a glimpse of me, he lifted his gaze, “Did you put a spell on her?”
I blinked, confused. “Huh?”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.
“She never wanted to go back before, even spent Christmas alone outside.” Gregory’s voice waszy and husky with sleep. “But suddenly she changed her mind when she heard you were going?”
“Maybe she just felt like going back for Christmas this year?”
“Impossible.”
“Why?<b>” </b><b>I </b>couldn’t help but ask.
He didn’t hide anything. “She doesn’t like my dad, barely went home since she was little. Why do you think the Myers mom–and–daughter duo don’t know her?”
“Is she on bad terms with your dad?”
“He’s not my dad!” Molly hade out, backpack in tow, and dered firmly.
Gregory’s voice was cold. “Either don’t go back, or if you <b>do</b>, be smart about it.”
“You’re all the same.” Molly, undeterred, looked at me. “Jane, it’s better you remarry Mr. Ferguson than being with someone like him.” Gregory grabbed her ear. “<b>Don’t </b>you ruin <b>my </b>reputation.<b>”</b>
“What are you so worried about<b>?</b><b>” </b>Molly stood her ground<b>, </b>still provoking. “Weren’t you only interested in Lilliana? Why do you care so muchtely about what I tell Jane, could it be… <b>you’ve </b>fallen for her…<b>”</b>
“Get lost!” Gregory let go of her, without a word <b>in </b>his defense, but the atmosphere around him had noticeably darkened.
The drive to Vista Town was eerily silent. Gregory, sitting in the passenger seat, fell asleep almost immediately<b>, </b>slumping against <b>the </b>seat<b>, </b>aloof and quiet. Molly, after trying <b>and </b>failing to start a conversation <b>a </b>few times, mindful of having just irritated him, didn’t dare make a <b>sound</b><b>.</b>
Finally<b>, </b>unable to hold back any longer, she dug out a pair of earplugs from her bag and handed them to me, signaling for me to offer them to Gregory.
I <b>didn’t </b>dare ept them, mouthing instead, “You do it.”
“He’ll yell at me…” Molly <b>looked </b>like she was about <b>to </b><b>cry</b>. “<b>Don’t </b>worry<b>, </b>he probably <b>won’t </b>yell at <b>you</b><b>…</b>”
With that, the earplugs ended up <b>in </b>my hands. Feeling a headache <bing </b>on <b>under </b>Molly’s hopeful <b>gaze</b><b>, </b>I braced myself <b>and </b>spoke up, <b>“</b>Greg<b>…</b><b>”</b>
<b>“</b><b>Shut </b>up<b>, </b>give them here.”