Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 48

Mark, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, casually replied, "Yeah, just got it confirmed."

"It was him finally giving in."

Steven wouldn't let him be modest, "He's been in touch before he even came back, just couldn't make up his mind till now."

Not just Linda, I couldn't help but admire him too, chuckling, "Looks like it won't be long before RiverCity University comes knocking for an exclusive with you, pride of our alma mater."

Speaking of which, Bryant, despite having graduated years ago, had a dedicated column in the RiverCity University newsletter that still attracted a legion of fans among the students.

Maybe he was meant to be a star in the sky, far beyond my reach.

"So, are you here specifically to celebrate Mark's new title?" Christine asked between bites.

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Steven nodded, "Eat up, we still have the second half to go."

He said nonchalantly, throwing a sidelong glance, "Too bad Bryant couldn't make it, otherwise you guys..."

I could tell he didn't want me and Bryant to split up.

"Your mouth runs even when you're eating."

Christine swiftly stuffed a piece of brownie into his mouth.

I forced a smile, "It's not a big deal."

He had someone he wanted to be with.

Since we were going through a divorce, leading separate lives is only normal.

Right, it was normal.

As we were leaving the diner, perhaps distracted, I missed a step and nearly tumbled down the stairs, saved only by a strong hand steadying me. "Careful, are you alright?" Mark's voice was gentle with concern.

"I'm fine." I just twisted my ankle a bit.

Except, it turned out to be more serious than I thought, every step sending a sharp pain through my foot.

"Does it hurt much?" Mark frowned.

"It's okay. I can handle it."

I laughed it off, limping down the stairs with the help of the railing.

Looking ahead to Christine and Steven, who were already heading out to pay, I said, "I twisted my ankle. You guys go ahead to the next place, I should head home."

"Is it bad, need to go to the hospital?" Christine asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just a minor issue."

I handed her my car keys, "Just can't drive is all. You'll have to take over."

"How will you get back, cab? Or should I drop you off first?"

"Maybe I can take Jane home."

Mark suggested, then checking the time, added, "I've got a video conference later tonight, can't join for the second half anyway."

"That works out perfectly then."

Steven, clearly pleased, grabbed Christine and headed out, "We'll leave her in your capable hands then."

Christine, struggling to get free, signaled me with a 'call if anything' gesture.

I nodded with a forced smile, "Will do."

With no railing to hold onto, Mark supported me to the car, insisting. "We should still get that checked at the hospital, a sprain can be serious." "It's not that bad," I chuckled, "a night's rest should do the trick."

"I'll be back in a few minutes, just wait here."

With that, he strode off, soon returning with a bag in hand. Slipping into the driver's seat, he handed me the bag. "You might not want the hospital, but at least apply some ointment."

"Thank..."

"What did you promise me the other day?" he interrupted with a light-hearted chuckle.

"Oh," recalling, I stopped, offering a sly smile. "Then... I appreciate it."

"You," he laughed, shaking his head in amusement before driving off.

The streetlights began to blur as we merged with the city's nightlife, not rushing anywhere.

Soft classic rock tunes filled the car, pulling strands of my thoughts in different directions.

"Jane, are you feeling alright?" His voice, smooth as marble, broke the silence.

I blinked, taken aback, and asked, "What makes you ask that?"

"You seemed a bit uncomfortable during dinner."