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.

me still, his tone annoyed:

that, it

Truthfully, it wasn't painful.

felt way better than the constant rubbing of my wound against the inside of

as he finished applying the ointment, swiftly putting it aside. He then scooped me up

forehead against mine, his eyes filled with resignation as he said, “Jane, it hurts,

stand to see

even a little

possessive yet commanding voice filled my ears, and

instinctively; I wanted to engrave this

particularly good at initiating kisses, often just

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

desire as he straightened my clothes, his one hand holding me close, the other pinching my cheek, "Alcohol really does give you courage, huh? Getting all flirty with

"Knock, knock-"

the door. Edith stood there, her smile blooming like a flower, her teasing evident: "What's all this flirty