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.”

waited for Lilliana for years. If you’re not careful, you’ll be asking for heartbreak.*

aware,” I assured

and I were a long

Christine dragged me around the old Vista Town, bustling with tourists celebrating the holiday season. The place was packed and

called me, but I

time I tried to call

Christine and I headed to the hotel

mix of emotions, especially since

breakup, we shared the same social circles. My feed was flooded with pictures of Steven’s wedding, a real gut punch.

another, everything around

in the safety of

her emotions, drank heavily. She leaned in, reeking of alcohol, “Are you… are you drunk?”

my head vigorously. “No,

keep drinking. Here’s to forgetting those

“Right!”

I reassured her, “Don’t worry, Chris,

tried to stand and hug her, my balance failed me, and

someone caught me

My head was spinning, but I

“Greg… Gregory?”

remained

expression darkened. Holding me steady, he turned to Christine and spoke in a deep

Mr. Ford, please take her back

atmosphere turned