Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 523

"Really?" Bryant's cutting remark halted at his lips as he gazed into her shivering eyelashes and the cool depths beneath them. Something stirred in his heart. "Come with me."

"What?" Nadine was caught off guard, only to see Bryant striding away.

She hesitantly looked back at Kevin, who was still waiting for her. "Mr. Ferguson..."

"You heard me right." Kevin glanced in the direction their boss had gone, a hint of melancholy in his tone.

Trying to make amends for his ex-wife, Mrs. Ferguson, was one thing, but now it seemed he was projecting onto someone who merely resembled her.

Still, Kevin wondered if this was a stroke of luck or a curse for the young woman before him.

Nadine glanced at the coffee cups in her hand, feeling a bit stuck, when she saw Kevin signal the front desk. "Could you deliver these to the Design Department? Compliments of Ms. White."

...

Once in the car, Nadine barely dared to breathe, struggling to calm her racing heart.

Bryant didn't spare her a glance, simply instructing Kevin, "Head back to Lunar Lake Bay Villas."

"...Yes." Kevin was puzzled but kept his thoughts to himself.

Lately, their boss had been staying at the Lunar Lake Bay Villas, but why return now?

Especially after he had just changed clothes before coming downstairs!

The car ride was tense, quiet until they reached the villas and slowed to a stop.

Bryant got out first, leading Nadine upstairs before stopping in front of a room and leaving her with two words, "Wait here."

Then he entered alone, returning shortly with a brand-new, pure-white evening gown.

It was a halter-neck design, elegantly simple yet sophisticated.

Clearly, it was worth a small fortune.

Nadine hesitated to take it. "Mr. Ferguson, what do you need me to do?"

"Put this on. We're attending a dinner."

"What dinner..." She cut herself off under his stern gaze, taking the gown. "Okay."

As she moved to change, he abruptly stopped her, his eyes cold as ice, "What do you think you're doing?"This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"I...I was going to change..."

His voice was heavy, "Go downstairs, let Emma help you."

It was as if the room behind him was off-limits to outsiders.

Nadine nodded and went back downstairs where Emma, already aware of the situation, led her to a guest room. "You can change here." "Alright."

Even the guest room's grandeur was beyond Nadine's imagination.

There were no personal belongings, yet the room was tastefully arranged, with an expensive-looking diffuser on the nightstand blending floral, fruity, and woody scents a testament to the owner's refined taste.

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Mindful of Bryant's intimidating presence, Nadine quickly changed into the gown and adjusted her makeup and hair.

Looking at her reflection in the expensive dress, she felt as if something had fundamentally changed.

"Ms. White, are you ready to go?" Kevin called from outside the door.

Nadine snapped back to reality, "Yes, I'll be right out."

She hastily gathered her things, leaving the room with her own clothes in hand.

Bryant was already in the car,

feigning sleep. He opened his eyes

briefly to glance at her, his

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Nadine sensed his mood shift, relieved it wasn't anger but still feeling tense.

Seeing him close his eyes again, she quietly took out her phone to pass the time.

Her boss had sent several messages while she was changing.

[Heard you left with Mr. Ferguson?]

[Ever since his divorce, he's kept to himself. How did you manage...]

[Nadine, we're all colleagues here. I trust you know what to say and what not to say to Mr. Ferguson.]

[If anyone in the department gives you trouble, come straight to me.]

Nadine looked at the messages, finding them ironic.

If it weren't for the director's intentions, who would dare trouble a deputy director like her?

Now, he was playing the good guy.

She clenched her phone, replying ambiguously: [Director, please keep this Mr. Ferguson to be upset if it got out.]

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