Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 410

The moment she spoke, the jovial banter filling the private room fell into sudden silence.

I followed her gaze and immediately spotted Gregory.

His slender fingers were casually holding a glass of wine, the sleeves of his dark shirt carelessly rolled up to reveal his lean forearms, a glint of cool light reflecting off his wristwatch.

Hearing the noise, he raised his eyebrows slightly, casting an indifferent glance our way. Our eyes locked mid–air.

He was, indeed, still alive.

A mix of surprise and joy surged through me, lifting my spirits as a smile unknowingly curved my lips. “Greg…”

Before I could finish, I noticed his gaze was cold, as if nothing moved him, he was as indifferent as a stranger.

Gregory looked at me, seemingly waiting for me to speak first, yet also appearing slightly perplexed.

It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me, cutting off any

words I had.

The others in the room also looked at me with a hint of confusion.

Among them were two people I had met a couple of years ago at Dorothy’s birthday party–Gregory’s childhood friends.

The woman who had opened the door earlier asked, “Were you looking for him. for something?”

I pursed my lips, managing a small smile, “No… nothing. Just didn’t expect to see him here in RiverCity. Sorry for the interruption, I’ll be going now!”

enough to know he was alive

room, where Christine leaned in, “What happened? Did

“No.”

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shook my head, changing the subject, “Let’s eat,

talking about Bella

the meal, my mind kept drifting back to the earlier encounter.

expected that wouldn’t be the

we were about to leave, Mark went ahead to settle the bill.

I had just stepped out when

opened.

pushing a wheelchair, stopping Gregory from removing the blanket on his

“Have you forgotten what the doctor said?

on.”

usually dismissed everyone’s advice, didn’t argue this time, merely pulling a face and responding

looked at him, then at

shook my head slightly, “Let’s go.”

them, the woman

info, did you know? Want to exchange Instagram handles? It’d be easier to keep in

glanced at her, his

and not wanting to stir trouble, I glanced at Gregory’s leg, suppressing the urge to

haven’t been in touch for over two years

Yes.

over