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.

saying a word, he

back, asking softly, "Did Mr. Abdul say something about

"No."

shook my

"Then..."

phone, left carelessly to the side, his voice

I hesitated, surprised.

hadn't realized he could see right through to the

he casually pulled over a chair, sat down, and looked me

taken aback. "What

honest with each other,

intently, "Unless, you don't trust me, or you think that

it, earnestly

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

"I..."

communicate in the direct way he preferred, "I'm just worried about

I promise you,

me speak my

Gregory's expression softened. He

the tears

just like when you were little. I really can't stand to see ory.