Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 345

Tears welled up in my eyes as a mixture of laughter and sobs escaped me. I quickly sent her my location, “So, what about your getaway? No more chasing the exotic romance?”

“Which is more important, a fleeting romance or you? I wouldn’t dream of letting you spend the holidays all by yourself.” She brushed it off with a giggle, “Besides, I’ve heard Vista Town is quite the spot for a romantic encounter.”

“I owe you big time,”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “All I can offer is a feast of fun and games, just a small token of my appreciation.”

Truth be told, money was hardly a concern between us anymore. It just didn’t matter.

Upon hearing this, she played along perfectly, “Ms. Webster, living large! I’ll be right there to soak up some of that generosity.”

The moment Christine arrived, my spirits were instantly lifted.

She stood by the window, admiring the snowy vista of Vista Town, “That news about Gregory, what do you make of it?”

I paused, then said, “What about it? I don’t see why I should bother.”

“Come on, don’t play dumb.” Christine nudged me. “He’s into you, and you’re not exactly locking your heart away from him, are you?”

“There’s some truth to that.”

I curled up on the couch, gesturing a small distance with my fingers and blinking, “Just that sort of feeling where it could be something, but it wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t.”

I was past the stage of letting love run wild.

Once bitten, twice shy.

“That’s good enough.”

Lilliana for years. If

I assured

were a

Town, bustling with tourists celebrating the holiday

but I

to call back, he didn’t answer.

outfits, Christine and I headed to the

a mix of emotions, especially since Steven‘ was getting

was flooded with

around

in the safety of the hotel, surrounded by

drowning in her emotions, drank heavily. She leaned in, reeking

vigorously.

drinking. Here’s to forgetting those damn

“Right!”

I reassured her, “Don’t worry, Chris,

my balance failed

someone caught me

it was. My head was spinning, but I managed to make out

“Greg… Gregory?”

remained

to Christine and spoke in a deep voice,

waved dismissively, “Of course! Mr. Ford, please take her back

turned