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.

hit us, whipping around us, yet I found it

didn't want to talk

jump overboard. Then, grabbing a chair, he

the railing,

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, and I turned to vomit into a nearby

All my meal wasted.

of him changing my clothes was

he offered, holding

ahead, he said, "We're about to

the boat, into the

patted my head. "Don't worry

I remained silent.

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

really wants to enter these waters to save you, he'll have to deal with Samuel. But knowing Gregory, I doubt he'd

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

let you keep the baby. But if you keep clinging to the hope that

a swift motion, I splashed

ditched the black