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.

us, whipping around us, yet

want to

overboard. Then, grabbing a chair, he sat down on the

stood by the railing, keeping distance

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

All my meal wasted.

my clothes was enough to make me

tea," he offered, holding out

said, "We're about to

tail of the

head. "Don't worry about it, we're in

I remained silent.

wasn't irritated by my attitude. He even gently tried to tuck my wind-blown hair behind my@ars. I frowned and instinctively turned my

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

chance in a direct confrontation." Hearing this,

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

a swift motion,

cup away, ditched the black coat, and made my way