Chapter 238


    I was sipping on my juice when her final words made me choke hard.


    After catching my breath, I finished my meal and poked her cheek, “Can’t you shoot for something a bit ssier?”


    “Eight figures, though. You might handle it, but I sure can’t.” Christine’s head spun with dor signs, “Actually, bending a little for money Isn’t such <b>a </b>bad idea. And that Margaret, she’s just his dad’sdy. Nothing ever happened between them.”


    “Better drop that thought right now. As I grabbed my jacket to head out with her, I couldn’t help but add, “And that Teresa, still dreaming of getting Bryant to marry Margaret.”


    “What?” Christine slipped into her heels, blown away by my words, “Has sh


    e lost her mind after being in aa for so long? And wasn’t she falling out with Margaret just the other day? Now they’re back on the same tearn<b>?</b>”


    “Who knows” I picked up my bag and opened the door.


    With her imagination running wild, Christine spected, “What if they’re into some crazy stuff?”


    I asked, “Like what<b>?</b><b>”</b>


    “Maybe a threesome?” Her shocking theories continued as she analyzed. “They’re already sharing a man. What else could reconcile them so quickly?”


    “A threesome?” My eyes widened in disbelief at Christine. “No way.”


    “Mrs. Ferguson does have a taste for the unconventional,”


    Just as we stepped out, the door at the end of the hallway swung open, and Gregory looked over with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.


    I closed my eyes. I couldn’t understand why Gregory caught me every time I said or <b>did </b>something sketchy.


    I <b>looked </b><b>at </b>him, helpless, “Do you get a kick out of eavesdropping?”


    “Tm in my own house.” Gregory appeared as if he had just woken up, his <b>hair </b>slightly tousled<b>, </b>adding to hisid–back charm. “This is legitimate eavesdropping.”


    I couldn’t out–talk him, so I let it go. “Fine, we’ve got stuff to do. We’re off


    He stopped me, “Where to?”


    I said, “Running errands.”


    “Wait up.” He turned inside and came out with a dress box, handing it overzily. “Wear this tonight”


    “Ainght.” Being his plus–one and him providing the dress wasn’t too odd, so I didn’t refuse and took it.


    He nced at the time. <b>“</b>Meet here at five


    It was already past two, and with evening traffic, I’d barely make it back in time.


    Showing up at a dinner party required some basic prep and makeup. It would take a decent chunk of time.


    Gregory raised an eyebrow. “Any problem?”


    “No problem.” Thinking about the recording he had on me, I resignedly epted.


    The office hunt with Christine would have to wait until tomorrow. She patted my shoulder and <b>took </b>off.


    Once I resignedly returned home with the dress box, Christine’s text was waiting. [I’m off to check the office. <b>Call </b>me if you finish early tonight, and we’ll celebrate your birthday.]


    [Okay.] After replying to her message, I got a call from Mark, asking if I was free for dinner tonight.


    I had to decline. The dinner party would likely runte, and I wouldn’t make it.


    Later, I transferred Bryant’s money back to him and went to get ready, stepping into the shower to wash my hair. As I slipped into the dress, there was a knock on the door.


    Opening it, I saw Gregory still in casual wear. “Let’s go.”N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    His eyes lingered <b>on </b>me, a hint of admiration shing, and his lips curved slightly, “<b>Nice </b>corbones.”


    I replied, “Thanks.”


    His specificpliment <b>was </b>so like him. Oddly enough, though such words might sound sleazy to anyone else,ing from him, it felt as sincere as a simple “you look nice.”


    It didn’t provoke any resistance but made him seem genuinely appreciative.