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!"

the summer sun, waving a bag of pastries in the

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

you know I was feeling

up, worried. She had to rush off to set

breakfast but I brushed it off, blaming it on

Christine asked, a hint of irritation in her

nicely and he just walked away. Now

hasn't called you

"He did."

heart was

mentioned some complications with a deal, but

"Abroad isn't as safe as here,

worry too much. Maybe

е

to keep his business partners waiting. Abroad, he can't expect everyone to work

to lighten the mood. "He said he'd be back by Thanksgiving. Hold on

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

mischief, "What if I wasn't

I was perplexed.