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.”

was somewhat comical, as he let out a snort of laughter and

“Gregory… Mr. Ford, I’m not like you. I don’t want to play games, and I

“Games?”

in annoyance. “Do you really think

“Aren’t you?”

from Lilliana in the next few days,

scenario, the backup was clearly

otherwise, and I almost bought

his beck and call. I

between us was even wider

but his eyes were disturbingly sober. He smirked, his tone as dismissive

“I don’t know.”

too 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 are the ones who got away.”

I was none of

then chuckled dismissively, “What if I told

up

“Don’t ‘huh‘ me.”

and handed me the box of late–night snacks, “I

don’t need

many promises before.