Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 412

Christine leaned in with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “What’s up? Who texted you?”

I turned off my phone screen. “Gregory.”

“Gregory? What does he want now? Wasn’t he snarky enough at the diner last night? Thinks he didn’t get his point across?”

“It’s not that.”

I hesitated before speaking, a bit embarrassed. “He’s got leg pain, probably a leftover issue from that accident last year. I should go check on him.”

Christine glared at me, visibly annoyed. “Just when you promised you wouldn’t choose a guy over your friends, and here you are, proving me wrong.”

I tried to smooth things over by offering a shoulder rub. “Come on, Chris. How could you even say that? I’m just going to check up on him. What do you feel like for late–night snacks? I’ll bring you something on my way back.”

“It’s not about that. Doesn’t he have a girlfriend? What’s your role in this?”

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

I touched my ear. “That’s his cousin.”

“Alright, fine. Go then.”

Christine seemed to let go of her frustration, pushing me out the door with a resigned sigh.

On my way to River Villa, just as I was about to enter the parking lot, the security guard stopped me,

Apparently, there was a new rule that no outside vehicles were allowed in.

I tried calling Gregory, but got no answer.

Left with no choice, I parked my car on the street and borrowed an umbrella from the guard, walking into the complex.

Despite it being summer, the pouring rain had soaked through my high heels, and the hem of my dress clung to my legs.

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the elevator, the blast of cold air

“Ding–dong-”

Gregory’s door, I rang

the door opened, revealing Gregory in a wheelchair, dressed in a black t–shirt and olive

lights, he looked tired, his voice faint. “Mrs. Ferguson, visiting a man late at night might be hard to explain, don’t

taken aback. “Didn’t you

chuckled as if I’d told a joke, his smile cold and sarcastic.

be some glitch with the

said, “If your

“Don’t worry.”

off with a cold, detached tone. “Even if I’m dying of

rub

turned to leave, his expression turned colder, and he

close the door.

said, “Come in and change, or else Mr. Ferguson might

“It’s okay…”

having me plead and pamper you, huh? Can’t understand plain talk?” His voice

nothing, stepping in as he moved

on the top shelf.”

then wheeled himself

slippers in the shoe cabinet, exactly where I left

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had that one

face stoic. “You can

clean towels,”

it,” I replied, remembering the layout from my previous visits.

a dark green maxi dress from Edith’s room and

clothes, I found

speaking. “Please tell Edith I’ll wash and return her dress.”

just uttered a

leaving then. Sorry for

“Hmm.”