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, give

and said, "Then tell

after tomorrow, and then

"I..."

to

not good to keep Mr. John waiting too long." Gregory

you back once

pry anything more out of him now,

"Okay, go on."

sleep, good

"Good night."

hanging up, my heart felt stuffed with cotton, struggling

now. I got up and walked

was nice tonight,

harvest

a

I just hoped...

He would return safely.

hotel room drop several degrees after

saw a fleeting murderous intent in Gregory's eyes, along

who sent you

the floor

coldly and

you say? Oh, in English, it's called 'shutting the door to beat the

kept their heads down,

handed to him by an

talking is fine, I'm in a bad mood today, but that won't stop me from

Gregory well

back home to send my assistant away, attacking me alone in my hotel room." "This isn't 'shutting the door to beat the dog.' This

gentleman into

urn, I'm beating

floor could grasp Gregory's metaphor, they

pull one of the

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

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

...

the other end of the camera was