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."

about me, and I worry about you too,

my face and said, "Then tell me the

day after tomorrow,

"I..."

a meeting to attend. Wait

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

back once I'm

I couldn't pry anything more out of him now, didn't

"Okay, go on."

to sleep, good

"Good night."

heart felt stuffed

had napped earlier, so I wasn't sleepy now. I got up and walked

was nice tonight, the moonlight clear and

signifying the harvest festival was just around

festival, a time

I just hoped...

He would return safely.

the temperature in the hotel room drop several degrees after

murderous intent in Gregory's

sent

on the

scoffed coldly

in English, it's called 'shutting the door to

heads down, still

taser handed to him by an

a bad mood today, but that won't stop me

kneeling, merely hired for a job, didn't know Gregory well

back home to send my assistant

the gentleman

this urn, I'm beating the

Gregory's

pull one of

the taser on the camera in front of him, lifting his chin slightly, his demeanor

lot, I'm sure you've understood it, right?

...

end of the camera was indeed