Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 480

The next morning dawned bright and early.

Half–asleep, I turned over, and my hand brushed against something unexpected. No, not something–someone.

I jolted awake to find myself wrapped in someone’s arms, and the owner of those arms was gazing at me with such tenderness, as if trying to pour all his gentleness into the look. “Awake?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, raspy from sleep.

Memories of last night slowly pieced together, and I felt a flush of embarrassment. Yet, I boldly wrapped my arms around him, snuggling closer into his embrace with a defiant whimper, “Nope, still wanna sleep.”

That sleep was the deepest slumber I had had in ages. Completely peaceful, without a single

dream.

Gregory raised an eyebrow, his tone lazy. “A sleepyhead, huh?”

“I’m all yours,” I replied, nuzzling against his chest. The crisp scent of mint somehow felt revitalizing.

He chuckled softly, “Calling me a sleepy pig?”

“Not at all.” I looked up to place a kiss on his chiseled jawline. “I meant, I belong to you.”

I was totally, completely his.

Gregory paused for a moment, then leaned in for a deep kiss, overpowering me until my body went limp, and I playfully protested, “Stop, stop, stop…”

Yet, my face instantly flamed up, and I scrambled

was left in the care of Christine Jackson. They got along surprisingly well. When I called, Ike assured me right next to her, “Auntie, don’t worry!

watched me, a laugh

closet to change

me a few minutes.”

cargo pants, dressed quickly after a swift wash, and then pulled me along upstairs.

at his face. Just a splash of water,

“What’s with the look, planning to kiss me in broad

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gaze flickered to the camera above, remembering his antics from the night before, and I

on my forehead, “Grump, if

my face again, and I raised my hand to hit him, but just then the elevator

Annoyed, I chased

dashed inside, then suddenly halted, causing me to crash into his back.

it hurt?” His tone distracted, Gregory turned to check on me.

covered my nose, “Here.”

then teased, “It’s fine, as long as it’s not your brain.”

tickled his waist, having discovered his ticklish spot the night before.

I need to be smart,” I retorted, “Otherwise, one day you’ll sell me off, and I’ll

out, and following it, I noticed an additional presence in the living room.

and said,

awkward. I straightened up, trying to regain my composure, “You shouldn’t have bothered, he just video–called me yesterday. Now you’ve had to come all