Lost Me Gained Regret

Later that evening, before Gregory could return, a message suddenly popped up on my phone.

[Jane, are you sure you don't want to reconsider my offer?]

-[Stop putting Gregory in a tight spot. He won't be able to get the antidote. Aren't you afraid something might happen to him?]

My fingers tightened around my phone until they turned white, and my face went pale.

A tumult of emotions twisted in my heart.

I couldn't help but marvel at how well Mark, my long-time friend, knew me.

He had an uncanny knack for pinpointing exactly what was on my mind.

The thought of something happening to Gregory was unbearable...

And what about our unborn child?

Could I really let Gregory risk his life over my troubles?

I felt a chill run through me as I stared blankly at Ramona, lying unconscious. Before I knew it, my face was wet with tears.

"Jane, I'm back..." Gregory walked in and stopped short when he saw my condition. His brow furrowed as he wiped away my tears, asking, "Why are you crying?" "Gregory..." I sniffled, barely managing to say his name before I threw my arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

my saying a word, he had to

back, asking softly, "Did Mr.

"No."

my head,

"Then..."

phone, left carelessly to the side, his voice deepening, "Did Mark say

I hesitated, surprised.

was perceptive, but I hadn't realized he could

it, he casually pulled over a chair, sat down, and looked me straight in the eye. Jane, I thought we had an understanding about these

was taken aback. "What

we'd be honest with each other, no matter

you don't trust me, or you think that

hurried to deny it, earnestly saying,

back, "Then what did your

"I..."

breath, I tried to communicate in the direct way he preferred, "I'm

I promise you, nothing will

me speak

Gregory's expression softened. He

wiped the

"You're still such a crybaby, just like when you were little. I really can't stand