Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 411

I grabbed Christine’s arm and made a beeline for the exit. He already had a girlfriend; there wasn’t much need for an explanation.

It wasn’t until we had completely vanished around the corner that Gregory finally averted his gaze, looking at Edith with an indifferent expression.

“What’s your angle?”

“My angle?”

Edith gestured towards her phone with her lips, “Just trying to snag your ‘casual friend’s‘ contact for you. How do you plan on thanking me?”

Gregory replied coolly, “No need.”

Edith smirked, “Then why did you stop her? All this playing hard to get, who taught you that? It’s so outdated,” Edith said with disdain.

Gregory was unfazed, “Edith, has anyone ever told you that you look pretty decent when you’re not talking?”

She wasn’t pleased with that, “Like a dog could ever speak of ivory. No wonder you’ve been single for two decades.”

“Get lost.”

Gregory licked his back teeth, swearing with a smile.

[I accepted your friend request]

Suddenly, a new message popped up on his phone. He glanced down and waited, but no further messages came.

That was her style.

Always leaving without a word, cutting ties without a second thought, without

any remorse.

it was the nostalgia of their shared past that thickened over time. No matter what she did, he couldn’t

to let her

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she never learns her

of dusk, leaning on a

in the twilight’s afterglow, there

her.

it tugged at

a moment, he tapped

scared him even more was the thought that she might still be struggling, that Bryant was still causing her pain.

was nothing. She hadn’t posted anything on her

you’ve almost burned her picture into your retinas in just two hours.”

phone back, annoyed, “My eyesight has only just recovered, and

something, “She probably mistook me for your girlfriend. You better clear that up soon, or you’ll push her even

almost laughed in frustration.

bother to explain herself to him, yet he

air?

wasn’t that desperate.

Just ‘casual friends.‘

Right, ‘casual friends.‘

the summer storm hit, pelting the windows

hand and a bottle

other.

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“You okay?”

handed me a