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…”

Just like last night. Yet, my face

of Christine Jackson. They got along surprisingly well. When I called, Ike assured me right next to her, “Auntie, don’t worry! Ike will listen to

eyes watched me, a laugh in

into the walk–in closet to change

for me a

a t–shirt and cargo pants, dressed quickly after

the elevator, I couldn’t help but stare at his face. Just a splash

crinkled, “What’s with the look, planning to kiss

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remembering his antics from the night before, and

finish, he planted a kiss on my forehead, “Grump, if you won’t kiss me, then

talking about broad daylight? Heat rushed to my face again, and I raised my hand to hit him, but just then the elevator doors

I chased after

was ajar, indicating Christine and Ike were already up. Gregory dashed inside, then suddenly halted,

it hurt?” His tone distracted, Gregory

my

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

tickled his waist, having discovered his ticklish spot the night before. Sure enough, he jerked away, capturing my hand, his lips

your girlfriend, I need to be smart,” I retorted, “Otherwise, one day you’ll sell me off, and I’ll still be counting the

and following it, I noticed an additional

looked at me with a gentle smile and said, “Jane, Dave asked me to check on

I straightened up, trying to regain my composure, “You shouldn’t have bothered,