Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 85

By the time I walked her home, the night had already cloaked the sky in its inky embrace.

Worried that she might not take good care of herself these next few days, I decided to stay over at her place.

The next morning, over breakfast, Christine kept sneaking glances at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s up?”

She hemmed and hawed, then straightened up, “Uh, about that night Bryant got, um, drugged, your phone suddenly died, and I never got the chance to ask you.”

Confused, I asked, “Ask what?”

Leaning in, she flashed a mischievous smile, “Did you guys, you know, do it? With that kind of drug, it must have been quite the experience, huh?”

I was halfway through my pancakes when her question caught me off-guard, causing me to choke. I knew of her tendency to drop bombshells, but it still took me by surprise every

time.

Coughing, I tried to regain my composure, “No, we didn’t have sex.”

She handed me a napkin, looking skeptical, “Really?”

“Of course, not. I’m in the first trimester of my pregnancy, how could we?”

the question back at her nonchalantly.

the memory of that night made my cheeks

grinned suggestively, “Well, if you really wanted to, there are

an

he get over it? Don’t tell me a cold shower

my hand, teasing, “Or did you, you know, lend him a…

it was just the two of us, she lowered her voice, imbuing her words

“Christine!”

vall

furiously, lunging to cover her mouth “What are you even

at me as if shed figured it

eat your

1/2

a yes,

lord, can’t you keep quiet

of toast into her mouth, and she managed to suppress her

swallowing, she suddenly said, “You know, now that I think of it, Bryant does have

“What?”

woman, he came back home to you for… assistance. That means the baby can’t be his. He wouldn’t even touch Margaret, so

first part of her statement was too much for me, but the latter

not