Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)

Gregory had no patience for Mark's nonsense. If it weren't for wanting to rack up some good karma for his kid, he'd rather not get his hands dirty again.

But now, he had the antidote in his possession.

He never imagined a day would come when he, Gregory, would put his faith in higher powers.

All for his kid, and for Jane to live a life of peace and joy.

Her life had been too hard in the first half.

"Even without your antidote, I wouldn't let anything happen to Ramona," Gregory said, his voice firm with resolve.

"Keep your dirty games to yourself. Make another move on my wife, and I'll make sure you regret being born a man," he warned Mark, his tone leaving no room for argument. Mark was well aware of Gregory's reputation. No one could tame the lion, except for Jane.

But Mark was no coward.

Covered in mud from life's battles, Jane was his only ray of light, and he wasn't about to let go.

Not without a fight.

"You won't figure it out. Even if you bring in a specialist to whip up an antidote, Ramona doesn't have that much time," Mark taunted. "The antidote I've got is her only shot." Gregory's fists clenched tighter.

Mark glanced at Gregory's ready fists, a sinister look crossing his face. "No matter how low you stoop, your tactics are useless against me."

Gregory smirked, maintaining his icy composure even in a relaxed stance. "I'll cure you of your delusions," he said mockingly. "No need to thank me."

Sitting in the car, I was a bundle of nerves. Although I trusted Gregory's judgment, I couldn't help but worry about the what-ifs.

Lucius, standing watch outside, tried to reassure me. "Jane, don't worry. Greg's always got everything under control."

"I know, but..."

But it's different when you're in the thick of it.

After what felt like an eternity with no sign of Gregory, I couldn't stand it any longer and tried to step out, only to be pushed back into the car.

Then, enveloped in a familiar and comforting scent, I found myself in Gregory's arms.

"Missed me already?" he whispered, his voice both soothing and unsettling.

I hugged him back, seeking comfort in his embrace.

Gregory, however, pulled away slightly. "If it's not sorted, don't get cozy with me."

I glared at him. "Show some decency."

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"Don't badmouth me in front of our kid. I don't want them growing up thinking less of me."

"If that happens, we'll have words," I shot back, unable to win the argument.

Returning to the matter at hand, I asked, "What did Mark say? Is he willing to give us the antidote?"

Gregory placed his hand on my stomach, hesitating for a moment.

"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled by his unusual reticence.

He was always decisive, doing as he pleased without caring for others' opinions.

"This... Why does he have the antidote?" Gregory finally broke the silence.

"Do you mean..."

The thought had crossed my mind in the calm of the car ride, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it.

"That Mark is behind Ramona's poisoning?"

"I suspect he's the mastermind."

"What?"

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Even after witnessing his harsh side, it was difficult to connect him to the mastermind.

After a moment of silence, I sought confirmation, "Are you analyzing this logically? Without letting personal feelings cloud your judgment?"

Gregory pinched my cheek. "Who's being emotional now?"

I had to admit my bias and quickly conceded, "I trust you. I believe what you say."

Gregory chuckled. "Alright, since you came to your senses quickly, I'll let it slide."

"But are you sure? If you're right, then the only antidote is in his hands?"