Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 405 NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

The air was refreshingly cool, a perfect antidote to the summer heat. It was evident that Bella had a keen eye for the finer things in life. Shortly, the bedroom door swung open, and there she was 

Bella, gliding into the room in a simple silk slip dress. A timeless beauty of the entertainment industry. She appeared even more stunning in person than in the countless photos and videos available online, showing no signs of aging. At around fifty, she was still a breathtakingly beautiful star that could leave anyone in awe. 

“Ms. Taylor,” I greeted, standing up with a smile. Christine also stood up, offering her praises, “Ms. Taylor, seeing is truly believing! The media doesn’t do justice to your beauty!” Bella, without a hint of arrogance, playfully accepted Christine’s compliment. With her assistant’s introduction, she distinguished between me and Christine. She walked over in her slippers, her red lips curving into a smile, “Why are you standing? Please, have a seat. Let’s talk comfortably.” 

She pulled me into a conversation, expressing her admiration, “That piece from your show last week, I absolutely loved it. I never imagined the designer behind it would be so young.” 

I blushed slightly, smiling, “If you really like it, I can arrange to have it shipped over from France.” 

“Really? My agent tried contacting your team, but was told it wasn’t available for loan at the moment.” 

“It’s true. That piece was something my mentor was particularly fond of, viewing it as my graduation piece of sorts, and hence was hesitant to lend it out. But I was willing to make an exception for you.” 

“That won’t do,” Bella gently refused, “If it holds such special meaning, then it should be kept as a keepsake. It’s already great that you can reserve a 

custom slot for me.” 

“Alright then. I hear you’re looking to have a red carpet gown designed?” I inquired. 

“Exactly.” She chuckled, “You’ve made quite the name for yourself abroad, but back home, you’re just a step away from breaking through. I love your designs, and this could be a win–win opportunity for both of us.” 

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Our conversation flowed smoothly, and by the time it ended, I already had a draft design forming in my mind. Not because I was brimming with inspiration, but because Bella’s beauty was so inspiring. Christine and I excused ourselves, and Bella, glancing at the time, stood up as well, “I have a dinner downstairs tonight, I can walk you out.” 

Sharing an elevator with a celebrity like Bella meant attracting curious glances, but she handled it with ease, nodding politely, smiling, and politely declining photo requests. Leading the way out of the elevator, Bella suddenly paused to greet someone familiarly, “Mr. Ferguson, you’re always so punctual.” “The least I can do, given Ms. Taylor’s busy schedule,” came the humble reply. But the moment that cool voice spoke, I tensed up. Two years had passed, and Bryant looked almost unchanged, though his features had become sharper, his aura more commanding. 

Before I could react, Bella turned to introduce us. “Oh, let me introduce you. Just in case there’s a chance for collaboration in the future. This is the CEO of RF Group, Bryant.” 

I composed myself, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes, and extended my hand. “Mr. Ferguson, I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

Just as Bella was about to introduce me, Bryant’s gaze fixed on me, his hand meeting mine. “Mrs. Ferguson, it’s been a long time.”