Lost Me Gained Regret

Gregory shot me a sidelong glance, not engaging in conversation, his grip on my wrist unyielding, leaving no room for me to pull away.

He pulled out his phone and made a call.

Shortly after, a server came in with antiseptic wipes and a tube of ointment.

Gregory snapped one of the wipes and gently cleaned my wound, his long lashes shadowing his emotions, but his voice was unmistakably muffled, "I can't control what happened to you in the past, but from now on, you need to take better care of yourself."

"The areas where you're careless, I'll cover for you."

My heart trembled slightly, and tears welled up in my eyes, my lips quivering, almost wanting to cry.

Turns out, it's not just sadness that can bring tears.

Before I could even speak, Gregory, a man who once claimed he was never good at delicate tasks like tending to wounds, was now applying the ointment with such care and precision, a focus I had never seer even when he was signing multimillion-dollar deals.

The cool ointment felt like electricity spreading through my body, making me instinctively shrink back.

to keep me still,

not that, it

Truthfully, it wasn't painful.

the cool ointment felt way better than the constant rubbing of

the ointment, swiftly putting it aside. He then scooped me up by my

filled with resignation

to

a little

yet commanding voice filled my ears, and I suddenly

close my eyes instinctively; I wanted to engrave this moment of deep affection into

not particularly good at initiating

when I noticed his body's reaction, my cheeks flushed, and I moved back, the alcohol finally hitting me, leaving me a bit

close, the

"Knock, knock-"

there, her smile blooming like a flower, her teasing evident: "What's all this flirty talk?