Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 342

This was the first time I’d ever seen Gregory wear such an expression.

It wasn’t exactly nervousness, excitement, or panic…But it was definitely a far cry from his usual defiant swagger.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but see shades of Bryant in him.

Suddenly, I became even more composed, almost cold–hearted, as I pushed down the surge of emotions that threatened to break free and turned around sharply.

“Go on,” I said calmly.

Gregory hadn’t hung up yet. He took a long stride toward me, wrapped me up in one arm, and held me tight, stopping me from breaking free despite my efforts.

He murmured a few words into the phone, “Careful not to get hoodwinked. I’ll be there once I’ve smoothed things over.”

Then, he ended the call and tossed his phone into his pocket. His hand cupped my cheek, squeezing it till my face was distorted, yet he spoke with a hint of resentment, “Why are you running? Did you even hear what I said earlier?”

“Let go of me.”

“…Pfft.”

trying to speak with my cheek pinched was somewhat comical, as he let out a snort of laughter and refused to let go, even giving my

hand away, forcing him to release me. I pursed my lips slightly, hiding my bitterness. “Gregory… Mr.

“Games?”

clicking against his teeth in annoyance. “Do you really think I’m playing games with

“Aren’t you?”

around me. “Like you said, if there’s no news from Lilliana in the next few days, you’d stop waiting. But didn’t you just get a message? Yet, here you are questioning me. Do you think I’m the backup, or is she?”

this scenario, the backup was

both tried to convince me otherwise, and I almost bought into it. But in this moment of clarity, I looked at Gregory, who

at his beck and call. I wasn’t

even wider than it had been with Bryant.

He smirked, his

“I don’t know.”

I sniffled, wrapping my down jacket tighter and kicked a pebble, my voice soft. “All I know is, you’re both men, and the ones you really love are the ones who got away.”

was none of that.

if I

looking up

“Don’t ‘huh‘ me.”

flicked my forehead and handed me the box of late–night snacks, “I can’t promise much, Jane, but I’m

need your promises.”

heard too many promises