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.”

of laughter and refused to let go, even giving my cheek an extra squeeze, “Answer me first. If I like your answer, I’ll let

release me. I pursed my lips slightly, hiding my bitterness. “Gregory… Mr. Ford, I’m not like you. I don’t want to

“Games?”

against his teeth in annoyance. “Do you really think

“Aren’t you?”

next few days, you’d stop waiting. But didn’t you just get a message? Yet, here you are questioning me. Do

this scenario, the backup was clearly

past few days, Ramona and Molly had both tried to convince me otherwise, and I almost bought into it. But in this

background, plenty of well–to–do beauties were at his beck and call. I wasn’t even in the

gap between us was even wider than it had been with Bryant.

eyes were disturbingly sober. He smirked, his tone as

“I don’t know.”

cold. 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

none of

a moment, then chuckled dismissively, “What if I told you I

paused, looking up in confusion,

“Don’t ‘huh‘ me.”

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

don’t need

many promises before.