Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 620



In a bustling Hollywood scene where favors were as common as morning coffee, two veteran actors agreed to join my mom's latest project, purely out of respect for her.

The project's kickoff was an event no one wanted to miss, especially not my mom.

"Gregory mentioned he'd be back by Thanksgiving, right?" My mom asked, uncertainty clouding her voice.

I wasn't sure myself, but I nodded anyway, hoping to ease her worries.

As she slipped on her shoes, she added, "Why don't you have Chris come over for a chat? Don't just mope around the house. You know, all your troubles have packed up and left."

"Sure, anything you say," I agreed, just to see her off with a peace of mind.

Left alone in the sprawling house, I found no joy in exploring. Instead, I huddled over the coffee table, sketching away my frustrations.

But my mind was a mess, and satisfaction eluded me in every drawing.

Gregory had promised to call once he was free, but the phone remained silent.

I hesitated to disturb his rest, pondering how couples in long-distance relationships ever managed to survive the constant agony.

"Jane!"

warm as the summer sun, waving a bag of

got us some sweet treats. Come on, a little sugar might cheer

you know I

saw you on the balcony last night, looking all lonely. Then she called me up, worried. She had to rush off to set this

I brushed it

a hint of

teeth, "Nope. I asked him nicely and he just walked

hasn't

"He did."

my heart was

complications with a deal, but I

pondered for a moment, then said, "Abroad isn't as safe as here, but it's not like the old days either. Gregory's smart; he'll

worry too

е

Abroad, he can't

back by Thanksgiving. Hold on to that. And

I forced a smile, "I couldn't send you into a possibly

with mischief, "What if I

I was perplexed.