Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 338

My heart felt like it was being squeezed.

Just like Gregory had said, it was something subconscious, an inexplicable feeling from nowhere.

Seeing the sadness in his eyes, I found myself impulsively tiptoeing, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

But halfway through, I snapped back to reality, my hand frozen mid–air as I met his deep eyes, whispering soothingly, “Gregory, she wouldn’t blame you.”

There was a brief spark in his eyes, which faded as I hesitated. “You’re not her. How would you know what she’s thinking?”

“I’ve been through something similar,” I admitted with a bitter taste in my voice. “I had a good life, then suddenly lost my parents and had to fend for myself, striving and struggling to survive.”

Nooked back at him, offering a gentle smile. “If I were her, I wouldn’t blame you. And… I believe she wouldn’t either.”

People who’ve had it tough tend to empathize more with others.

His years of waiting were proof enough of his dedication.

He seemed touched, his usual sharp edges blunted. “Have these years been hard for you?”

I was younger,

took a deep breath, glancing around the room filled with a strangely familiar ambiance, and chuckled, “But over time, I got used to it. These past few years, living lavishly with the Ferguson family,

“So, are you happy

most people are just trying their best to live. How can

you? Are you

followed me out of the room, closing the door behind him and shooting me a glance. “You know the answer.”

Probably hadn’t been

shrugged, not pushing

room. “Ramona wants you to stay here. But if you’d rather stay at a hotel, I can talk to her.” “No need,” I

because I never knew my

awkward; it felt warm

was busier back in Vista Town than in RiverCity.

after

was out of sight, Ramona turned to me with a meaningful look. “Child, do you have certain

question caught me off guard, and I hurriedly

was perceptive. “Is it that you don’t think about it,

neatly laid wooden tiles on the ground,

hadn’t thought