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!”

to know he

returned to our room, where Christine leaned in, “What

“No.”

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head, changing the subject, “Let’s eat, I’m starving.”

started talking

meal, my mind kept drifting back to

that wouldn’t be

about to leave, Mark went ahead to settle the

stepped out when the door to

opened.

from before came out pushing a wheelchair, stopping Gregory from removing the blanket on his legs with a

“Have you forgotten what

on.”

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

at him, then at me, puzzled.

my head slightly,

them, the woman stopped

know? Want to exchange Instagram handles? It’d be easier

glanced at her, his

to stir trouble, I glanced at Gregory’s leg, suppressing the

casual friends, haven’t been in touch for over two years now, don’t misunderstand.”

Yes.

had been over two years.