Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 388

His movements were swift. Gregory had washed and chopped the vegetables in less than half an hour. Although I mentioned wanting mashed potato, he seemed more inclined to make chips. It didn’t matter. The chips were

delicious, too.

Lazing on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through my phone, I watched Gregory come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. The typically proud Gregory scratched his head. “Uh, maybe you want to take a shower first?”

Puzzled, I responded, “I was thinking of eating first.”

“Go take a shower. You’ll feel refreshed and enjoy the meal even more,” Gregory earnestly persuaded.

I couldn’t figure out his angle. But that wasn’t a hill to die on. Beggars can’t be choosers, so I decided to compromise. Heading to my bedroom, I grabbed my clothes and made for the bathroom.

By the time I finished my shower, dinner was ready. Gregory was fiddling with something in the kitchen. Hearing me emerge, he momentarily looked guilty, then came out, saying, “Let’s eat.”

“Wow!” I was impressed by his cooking skills. “Didn’t expect this. You’re quite the chef.”

The spread before us could rival any restaurant in terms of presentation. I wondered which divine skill Gregory lacked since he seemed to have them all. Gregory pulled out a chair for me, raising an eyebrow. “Open your eyes wide and see. I’m not lacking compared to your ex.”

looked up in confusion. “What about

beside me,

chop potatoes to make fries earlier?”

toward the mashed potato on the table. “I was making these.”

kitchen trash can, I had an

a classic bait and switch. No wonder Gregory suggested I take a shower.

the restaurant’s cooking was genuinely good. Each dish was tasty and perfect, making for a very

Gregory smirked, “You like the

smiled. “Love it.”

added, “Would you mind loving everything associated

along., “Are you suggesting I fall for the restaurant’s chef?”

grinding his teeth frustratedly,

cuts potatoes into chips when making mashed

sense next time.”

Gregory’s lips momentarily touched my palm, sending a shiver down

me with a leisurely gaze. “Quick reflexes?”