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!”

know he was alive

where Christine leaned in, “What happened? Did you run into someone

“No.”

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

then started talking about Bella

kept drifting back to the earlier

wouldn’t

Mark went ahead to settle the

out when the door

opened.

came out pushing a wheelchair, stopping Gregory from removing the blanket

“Have you forgotten what the doctor said? Keep

on.”

didn’t argue this time, merely pulling a face and responding

looked at him, then

my head

we were about to pass by them, the woman stopped me, her voice tinged with

he’s changed his contact info, did you know? Want to

her, his emotions

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

just casual friends, haven’t been in touch for over two years now, don’t

Yes.

over two