Lost Me Gained Regret

Later that evening, before Gregory could return, a message suddenly popped up on my phone.

[Jane, are you sure you don't want to reconsider my offer?]

[Stop putting Gregory in a tight spot. He won't be able to get the antidote. Aren't you afraid something might happen to him?]

My fingers tightened around my phone until they turned white, and my face went pale.

A tumult of emotions twisted in my heart.

I couldn't help but marvel at how well Mark, my long-time friend, knew me.

He had an uncanny knack for pinpointing exactly what was on my mind.

The thought of something happening to Gregory was unbearable...

And what about our unborn child?

Could I really let Gregory risk his life over my troubles?

I felt a chill run through me as I stared blankly at Ramona, lying unconscious. Before I knew it, my face was wet with tears.

"Jane, I'm back....." Gregory walked in and stopped short when he saw my condition. His brow furrowed as he wiped away my tears, asking, "Why are you crying?"

"Gregory..." I sniffled, barely managing to say his name before I threw my arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

Without my saying a word, he had to guess.

He gently stroked my back, asking softly, "Did Mr. Abdul say something about Ramona?"

"No."

I shook my head, still sobbing.

"Then..."

Gregory's sharp gaze fell on my phone, left carelessly to the side, his voice deepening, "Did Mark say something to you again?"

I hesitated, surprised.

I always knew he was perceptive, but I hadn't realized he could see right through to the heart of matters.

Before I could think any more about it, he casually pulled over a chair, sat down, and looked me straight in the eye. Jane, I thought we had an understanding about these things."

I was taken aback. "What understanding?"

"That we'd be honest with each other, no matter what."

Gregory's usual nonchalance was gone, his brown eyes fixed on me intently, "Unless, you don't trust me, or you think that our relationship is only good until trouble hits?

"No!" I hurried to deny it, earnestly saying, "I've never thought that!"

"Not that?" He questioned back, "Then what did your hesitation just now mean?"

"I..."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to communicate in the direct way he preferred, "I'm just worried about your safety."

"Then I promise you, nothing will happen, okay?"

Seeing me speak my heart,

Gregory's expression softened. He

tenderly wiped the tears from the

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corners of my eyes, his voice soothing, "You're still such a crybaby, just like when you were little. I really can't stand to see you ory. Maybe you should just bite me when you feel like crying?"

With that, he teasingly extended his wrist towards me.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not a puppy."

"Alright, alright, you're not."

He sighed, then got to the point, "Our suspicions were right. Mark is indeed behind this, and he has the antidote."

I instinctively tightened my grip on Gregory's hand.

Gregory comforted me, saying, "I've sent people to look for the antidote. If they can't find it, we'll have to try a different approach." "Gregory, don't be too aggressive, Mark..."

Gregory's lips pressed into a thin line, interrupting me, "Afraid I'll hurt him?"

I sighed, "I'm afraid for you. The Larson family has deep connections, and I bet none of their people are clean."

Gregory came from a good family, but his past was marked by survival in the face of ruthless adversaries.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He was never one to show mercy to his enemies.

Especially not to someone like Mark, a thorn in his side he'd been eager to remove.