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.

word, he had

back, asking softly, "Did Mr. Abdul say

"No."

my head,

"Then..."

gaze fell on my phone, left carelessly to the side, his

I hesitated, surprised.

but I hadn't realized he could see right through to the

over a chair, sat down, and

taken aback. "What

be honest with each other, no

eyes fixed on me intently, "Unless, you don't trust me, or you think that our

to deny it, earnestly saying, "I've never

that?" He questioned back, "Then what did your hesitation just now

"I..."

a deep breath, I tried to communicate in the direct

promise you, nothing

me speak

Gregory's expression softened. He

wiped the

his voice soothing, "You're still such a crybaby, just like when you were little. I really can't stand to see ory.