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!”

he was

Christine leaned in, “What

“No.”

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the subject, “Let’s eat, I’m

started talking about Bella again.

the meal, my mind kept drifting back

I hadn’t expected that wouldn’t

about to leave, Mark went ahead to settle

when the

opened.

pushing a wheelchair, stopping Gregory from removing the blanket on his legs with a gesture that

and assertive, “Have you forgotten what the

on.”

merely pulling a face

at him, then at

shook my head slightly,

by them, the woman stopped me, her voice tinged with a smile.

friend, he’s changed his contact info, did you know? Want to exchange Instagram handles? It’d be easier to keep in

her, his emotions

at Gregory’s leg, suppressing the urge to

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

Yes.

over