Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 619



The line went dead silent.

I felt more certain of my suspicions and sniffled, "You keeping secrets from me, it's got me worried."

Gregory felt a headache coming on.

Telling her would cause worry.

Not telling her would cause even more worry.

Thinking this, his cold gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed on Lucius who had been clumsily tending to his wounds just moments ago.

Lucius felt wronged but bore it silently.

After dressing the wound, he quietly stepped back.

Gregory glanced at the wound on his abdomen, pinched the bridge of his nose, and finally spoke, "The negotiation didn't go smoothly, but you don't have to worry, I'm fine."

...

I had been waiting for him to speak, and during that agonizing minute-long wait, I was sure something had happened to him.

And here I was, unable to fly over and see him.

That would only distract and worry him more.

"Why don't you just tell me the truth? How can I not worry?"

Gregory let out a soft chuckle, "You don't have to make up excuses to want me back."

"I promise, I'll be back in a couple of days."

Lucius looked like he wanted to say something.

A gunshot wound, flying could tear it open.

And upon returning, wouldn't Jane demand a thorough check? How could he possibly hide it?

Better to find an excuse to stay and heal before going back.

"Don't cry now, I can't wipe your tears from this far away."

worry about me, and I worry about

face and said,

be back the day after tomorrow,

"I..."

good, I still have a meeting to attend. Wait for me to

we're abroad, it's not good to keep Mr. John waiting too long." Gregory asked

back once

guess I couldn't pry anything more out of him now, didn't want to hold up

"Okay, go on."

to sleep, good

"Good night."

felt stuffed with cotton, struggling

wasn't sleepy now.

weather was nice tonight, the moonlight

the harvest festival was just

festival, a time

I just hoped...

He would return safely.

temperature in the hotel room drop

fleeting murderous intent in Gregory's eyes, along with

sent you to kill

the

scoffed coldly and

say? Oh, in English, it's called 'shutting

heads down, still

taser handed to

fine, I'm in a bad mood today,

hired for a job, didn't know Gregory

beat the dog," had seemed apt at the time. "Creating an explosion back home to send my assistant away, attacking me alone in my hotel room." "This isn't 'shutting the door to beat the dog.'

the gentleman

in this urn, I'm beating the

on the floor could grasp Gregory's metaphor, they were struck hard, wailing

for Lucius to pull one of the intruders

in front of him, lifting

you a lot, I'm sure you've understood it,

...

the other end of the camera