<b>Chapter </b><b>346</b>
Even though the hallway was covered with thick–<b>piled </b><b>carpet</b><b>, </b>the sharp <b>pain </b>of <b>my </b>tailbone hitting the ground snapped me <b>out </b><b>of </b><b>my</b>
<b>daze</b><b>.</b>
The person who had brought <b>me </b>up was Bryant.
<b>And </b><b>I </b>had mistaken him for someone else<b>.</b>
Perhaps sensing my resistance, Bryant paused for a moment, his silhouette against the <b>light </b>as he let out a mocking chuckle, “So, <b>you’re </b>dead set on being with him? Waiting to y bridesmaid when he marries Lilliana?”
Gregory always had a sharp tongue, “Are you referring to yourself<b>?</b><b>”</b>
With <b>his </b>long strides, <b>Gregory </b>was by <b>my </b><b>side </b><b>in </b>a heartbeat, helping me up from the floor, and offering Bryant a dismissive smile<b>, </b><b>“</b>Mr. <b>Ferguson</b><b>, </b>take care, we won’t see you out.”
Bryant clenched his fists, <b>trying </b>to suppress his rage, “You better focus on Lilliana. Jane, she’ll only ever <b>belong </b>to me.”
“She’s never been anyone’s possession.” Gregory’s voice was calm. “She belongs to herself.”
Bryant’s gaze turned icy as he extended a hand towards me, probably the most humble gesture he’d ever made, his version of <b>a </bpromise<b>, </b>“Come on, stop making a scene. You and he, it’s never going to work. Come back home with me.”
“It doesn’t matter what happens between him and me, or anyone else for that matter<b>, </b><b>it’s </b>none of your business.”
My head was throbbing<b>, </b>but my words were clear, “You and I, we’ve been over for a long time. Stop saying things that could cause misunderstandings.”
At that, Bryant was seething with a destructive rage, his tone terrifyingly low, “Afraid of misunderstandings? Whose?”
He nced <b>at </b>Gregory<b>, </b>sneering, “His misunderstandings? Jane<b>, </b><b>don’t </b>tell me you’ve actually fallen for him. Don’t use him <b>to </b>make me jealous.”
I couldn’t help but want tough, “And why can’t I fall for him?”
Whether
it
was the alcohol or just a rebellious impulse, I reached for Gregory’s cor, tiptoed, <b>and </b>brushed my lips <b>against </b>his cheek.
Even in my drunken state, I could almost hear heartbeats pounding furiously.
Coming from Gregory.
I turned back to Bryant, “You believe me now?”
His face was a thundercloud, but before he could react, Gregory pulled me <b>into </b>his embrace, facing Bryant.
“My girlfriend’s not great with her liquor, my apologies.”
The apology was there, but the tone was defiant.
“My girlfriend“<b>.</b>
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Bryant’s fists were tight, his anger almost palpable, he gritted his teeth, “Are you that fond of <b>stealing </b>from another man<b>?</b><b>”</b>
“Steal?<b>” </b>Gregory chuckled casually, “It’s her choice, not mine. But, feel free to use whatever means you have, just don’t hold back.” “Remember what you said today!”
With a coldugh and a look that mixed pain with confidence, Bryant said, “You’ll regret your choice someday.”
After ast nce at me, he turned and strode away!
<b>I </b>knew his methods were ruthless and decisive; I didn’t want him to harm others because of me.
Trying to follow him, I was instead pulled back by Gregory into the <i>room</i>.
As I was staggering and unsteady, he dumped me on the couch where I winced in pain, snapping, “What are you doing?<b>!</b><b>*</b>
“What am I <b>doing?</b><b>”</b>
Gregory’s smile was tinged with a coldness, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “<i>Why </i>were you chasing after him<i>? </i>Regretting what <b>you </b><b>just </b>said? <b>Eager </b>to drop the act after your attempt at ying hard to get failed?<b>”</b>