Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 459



I was lying in the hospital bed, nodding slowly. "Yes, Gregory."

Initially, as I was searching for Gregory, I had slowly come to terms with the possibility that he might have died, this terrible piece of news.

But then, as I lay there on the hospital bed, clarity struck me. He couldn't be dead.

That day, our chance encounter on the street must have been a divine sign.

After that, my health improved rapidly, as if someone on their deathbed had suddenly found a reason to heal.

Now, Gregory was far from his usual carefree self, his expression grave. "You can't keep doing this, Jane," he said sternly.

"Then take care of yourself," I shot back.

His stern look didn't scare me one bit. "Gregory, if you dare get yourself hurt, I dare to die just to show you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, I'm threatening you. Are you scared?"

"Scared." He was at a loss with me, his eyes filled with fear and affection. "I'm not scared of anything, except for something happening to you." "Then promise me, promise me you'll take care of yourself."

I was scared too.

again would bring back the horrors

but a stab in the back is

my forehead, planting a kiss. "Alright, I

"Pinky promise."

promise me, and I promise you. Gregory, for each other, let's

curved his lips into a slight smile, hooking his finger with mine, giving it a gentle shake. "Jane, from now on, no one can take

would I want your

talk. "I just want you to be here,

him in France, I knew it was most likely a case of mistaken identity, or just my

way, where were

my scar. "Just, I didn't run into you. Imagine, if we had met that day,

understood the subtext

My heart trembled slightly.

the person I saw that day, it

been mistaken. It wasn't just

meet, but he saved me once

at him. "But I saw you that day, you were on

"Right."

pupils contracted, his breathing suddenly erratic. "Your

"No."

his wild assumptions with a definitive answer, grabbing his hand. "Gregory, were you sent by God to save me? It's since then that I've felt hopeful, and in a few months, I was

evident in his eyes. "Really?" "Lying makes me