Lost Me Gained Regret

He chuckled, "Jane, do you have any idea how much of my life you've missed?"

"How much?"

"Let's not count the years before I found you."

Gregory didn't even pause before he proudly stated, "You've been absent for 758 days. In those 758 days, I've changed; I'm not the same person I was."

I was somewhat touched, but his last sentence made me slowly type out a question mark, "Hmm?"

"I can cook now."

He lifted his chiseled jaw, pinned me to the couch with a calm demeanor, and said, "Just wait for dinner."

With that, he headed into the kitchen.

I leaned against the back of the couch, slightly worried, but seeing his smooth and practiced movements through the glass door, I relaxed.

I found a more comfortable position and watched his every move.

My heart felt full, wishing time could stop at this moment.

The man wore a hand-tailored white shirt, its sleeves casually rolled up to reveal his delicate wrists and toned forearms.

The shirt was tucked into his trousers, embracing his long legs. The clothes were a bit wrinkled from our earlier flirtation, adding a sense of disarray.

strangely

had

He was always himself.

my face, saying with deep meaning, "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't mind adding an appetizer." "...

back to reality, my cheeks flushing

"Go

"Okay!"

by the delicious smell of dinner, and

dishes and a soup, each

looked at him in surprise, "Have you been to a cooking school these past

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a sidelong glance and served me a spicy shrimp, "Eat slowly;

"Got it."

nodded vigorously and

dinner, I wanted to wash the

we

me lift a finger, "I'm here; you don't need

me? If I get used to this, you'll have to do

more than happy." He pinched my cheek, smiling. "It seems you're not spoiled yet; I

he didn't let me sit still

move around

something. "Gregory, have you