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."

I worry about you too, give me a break, will

my face and said,

day after tomorrow, and

"I..."

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

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

call you back

anything more out of

"Okay, go on."

to sleep,

"Good night."

up, my heart felt stuffed with cotton, struggling

had napped earlier, so I wasn't sleepy now. I

tonight, the moonlight

signifying the harvest festival

a time for

I just hoped...

He would return safely.

hotel room drop several degrees after the call

fleeting murderous intent in Gregory's eyes, along with a trace of

it, who sent

the floor

scoffed coldly

into my room earlier, what did you say? Oh, in English, it's called 'shutting the door to

kneeling kept their heads down, still

a taser handed to him

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

didn't know Gregory well

"shutting the door to 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

the gentleman

this urn, I'm beating the

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

for Lucius to pull one

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

cost you a lot, I'm sure you've

...

other end of the camera was indeed