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 you too, give

and said, "Then tell me the

the day after tomorrow, and then you can

"I..."

a meeting to attend. Wait for

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

call you back once

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

"Okay, go on."

sleep, good

"Good night."

my heart felt

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

weather was nice tonight, the moonlight

the harvest

festival, a time for

I just hoped...

He would return safely.

the temperature in the hotel room drop several degrees after the

murderous intent in Gregory's eyes,

it, who sent you to

on the

coldly and

in

their heads down, still not

up a taser handed to

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

know Gregory well and thought he was

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

gentleman into the

this urn, I'm

those on the floor could grasp Gregory's

to pull one of

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

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

...

of the