Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 133

“Alright… I get it now!”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and turning my head, I caught sight of a particularly bright star, feeling as if I was suddenly pulled from an overwhelming emotion that could shatter me at any moment.

Mark rea

reached into his car and handed me a pack of tissues, “Go on, today, no more tears. Crying too much now will only hurt your eyes.”

wit out. But after

He didn’t let me linger on the hill for too long before driving me back to the city.

After hesitating for a moment, I ventured to ask, “The girl you liked for so many years… she must be really special, huh?”

“Yeah,” He nodded without hesitation, his gaze softening, ‘The same little girl I was talking about earlier.”

I was taken aback, “That’s… been quite a long time.”

“Yeah, twenty years,” he said, clearly showing his deep, unwavering affection.

I sighed, not knowing what else to say. When we reached Christine’s apartment, I softly thanked him, “Thank you for today.”

Actually, when he asked me if I was sick earlier in the evening, I hesitated for a moment.

But now, I felt much better.

He raised an eyebrow, “What did I tell you?”

“Some things don’t need thanks, but today, I really owe you one.”

and get some rest.”

Drive

out of the elevator, my phone

hours since he said he’d

I answered, “Hello?”

His voice was

the front door, I replied nonchalantly, “At

you learn

sarcasm, “The folks at Ferguson Mansion say you haven’t been back these past few days,

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then why bother calling? Worried I’m cheating, or that

voice turning

your footsteps,”

his tone as cold as midwinter ice, “For the last time,

got, the more I reveled in it, “You’re so powerful,

that, I hung

done being the one revolving around

who falls in love first loses, but once you stop loving, you can always turn

the code and came into the house,

her face mask, “Why did Mark drop

Bryant got into a fight

and recounted the day’s events to her.

you, standing up to

a pushover before, was

at most you were at his beck and call,” she teased.

subject, “Do you think, the person Mark has liked for years could be you? He

“It can’t be.”