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

wiped my face and said, "Then tell me

the day after tomorrow, and

"I..."

meeting to attend.

"Gregory, we're abroad, it's not good to keep

back

out of him now, didn't want to hold up

"Okay, go on."

sleep,

"Good night."

my heart felt stuffed with cotton, struggling to

sleepy now. I got up and walked

was nice tonight, the moonlight

signifying the harvest

a time

I just hoped...

He would return safely.

temperature in the hotel room drop several

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

sent

the floor remained

scoffed coldly

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

heads down,

handed to

talking is fine, I'm in a bad mood today,

a job, didn't know Gregory well and thought he was asking

of words, "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 gentleman

in this urn, I'm

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

motioned for Lucius to pull one

in front of him, lifting his chin slightly,

lot, I'm sure you've understood

...

the other end of the camera was