Lost Me Gained Regret

"Were you the one who changed my clothes?"

I woke up on the boat, draped in a set of peach-colored cotton pajamas.

Seeing Mark's shocked expression and then being caught up in a whirlwind of panic, I was too focused on finding a way out to remember the change of clothes.

A mix of emotions made me forget the incident completely.

Mark glanced at me, a fleeting emotion crossing his eyes, before he simply grunted in acknowledgment.

I tensed up immediately, a wave of revulsion surging within me.

I couldn't understand how Mark, once my most trusted and respectful friend, had become this person before me.

Even though it was done unconsciously, the mere thought made my skin crawl as if ants were marching all over me.

This physical discomfort was uncontrollable.

"All this drama over a change of clothes?" Mark said, pulling me up to the deck.

whipping around us,

to talk to

jump overboard. Then, grabbing a

stood by the railing, keeping distance

"I'll take it you're just not used to it yet, no big deal. We've got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other. You'll get over this aversion eventually." My stomach churned,

All my meal wasted.

changing my clothes was enough to

he offered, holding out a cup to me, which I

he said, "We're

I looked towards the tail of the boat, into the endless

my hands and patted my head. "Don't

I remained silent.

my wind-blown hair behind my@ars. I frowned and instinctively turned my head to

"Samuel has taken a liking to Gregory. If Gregory really wants to enter these waters to save you, he'll have to deal with Samuel. But

here. Samuel is one of the biggest mob bosses around. Even Gregory wouldn't stand a chance in

the baby.

swift motion, I

could react, I threw the cup away, ditched the black coat, and made my way back