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?”

mouth, tossing the question back

the memory of that night

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

an inexplicable guilt.

over it? Don’t tell me a cold shower actually

hand, teasing, “Or did

the two of us, she lowered her

“Christine!”

vall

mouth “What are you

as if shed figured

your breakfast!”

1/2

yes, then!”

you keep quiet even when

piece of toast into her mouth, and she managed to suppress her laughter, “Okay,

she suddenly said, “You know, now that I think of it,

“What?”

up with some random woman, he came back home to you for… assistance. That means the baby can’t be his. He wouldn’t even touch Margaret, so how could she be pregnant

statement was too much for me, but the latter caught

these were not my concerns