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.

sea breeze hit us, whipping around us, yet I found it hard

to

sure I wouldn't jump overboard. Then, grabbing a chair, he sat

railing, keeping distance between

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, and I turned to vomit into a nearby trash

All my meal wasted.

him changing my clothes was enough to make me

frowned slightly. "Have some hot tea," he offered, holding out a cup to me,

he said, "We're

towards the tail of the boat,

head. "Don't worry

I remained silent.

attitude. He even gently tried to tuck my wind-blown hair behind my@ars. I frowned

Gregory really wants to enter these waters to save you,

it here. Samuel is one of the biggest mob bosses around. Even Gregory wouldn't stand a chance in a direct confrontation." Hearing this, I clenched my fists but felt an odd

ever could. Forget about him. If you behave, I might even let you keep the baby. But if you keep clinging to the hope that Gregory

back. In a swift motion, I splashed the water in his

the black coat, and made my way