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.

facing Palmer again would

but a stab in the

my forehead, planting a kiss. "Alright,

"Pinky promise."

child, I extended my little finger. "You promise me, and I promise you. Gregory, for each

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

would I want your

with such talk. "I just want you to

seeing him in France, I knew it was most likely a case of mistaken identity, or just my imagination, but I couldn't help

were you last

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

the subtext

My heart trembled slightly.

the person I saw

hadn't been mistaken. It wasn't just my

meet, but he saved me once

that day, you were on the Champs-Élysées in the evening,

"Right."

his breathing suddenly erratic. "Your suicide attempt, was it

"No."

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

his eyes. "Really?" "Lying