Lost Me Gained Regret

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Chapter 386 

I paused, turning to him with a huff. “Did I ever say I’d marry you?” 

“Everything else, I can go by your word.” Gregory’s lips curled into a slight smirk, “But this, this is where I call the shots.” 

I rolled my eyes at him. “What, you’re going to tie me up if I don’t agree?” 

While saying that, I headed downstairs. Seeing Gregory follow me to the car, I asked, puzzled, “Where’s your car?” 

“The driver took off.” Gregory pulled open the passenger door, his long legs slipping into the car before mine. He settled in with such ease, even quicker than I did. 

Today was unusual. Gregory didn’t fall asleep the moment I got into the car. As I started the engine, he asked, “Did you find out anything from your aunt?” 

“Yeah, a bit.” Mentioning my aunt dampened my spirits slightly. As I drove, I shared, “I was indeed kidnapped back then, but I managed to escape into my dad’s car, and he saved me.” 

“They mentioned something about ‘Susan‘ while searching for me.” As I spoke, I waited for his thoughts. “Do you think… the person who kidnapped me could 

be… Susan?” 

“It’s highly probable.” Gregory frowned slightly, “But she was nice to you before the kidnapping. So, I never suspected her all these years.” 

“Right.” I pursed my lips. “No wonder I felt somewhat familiar when I saw her before.” 

After all, when I was little, she was kind to me, someone I once called Mom. 

Gregory seemed thoughtful, then asked, “Any other leads?” 

“There are.” Just as I was about to continue, he instructed near a traffic light, 

“Turn left here.” 

“Huh? Where are we going?” I was confused for a moment. That wasn’t the way to the hotel, but I followed his direction and signaled to turn. 

Gregory’s voice was relaxed and pleasing. “I’m taking you somewhere special. 

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y tell you 

we get there then 

nuckled lazily Learning the tricks of the trade, huh?” 

Following his makeshift navigation, I slowly drove into a vintage townhouse neighborhood in the heart of Vista Town 

Stepping out of the car, I was puzzled, but Gregory opened the trunk and hauled out my luggage. 

I looked at him, confused. 

“No hotel this time.” After saying it, he pushed the luggage cart ahead, striding forward confidently. 

Standing several steps ahead, he glanced back at me, seeing I hadn’t followed. “What, you’ve already cooked up some drama about me being a brute?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Who’s imagining that?” 

He smiled. “Only the imaginer knows.* 

His provocation worked. I quickly followed, “I know you’re not that kind of person, Gregory. I’ve always trusted you.” 

Gregory laughed. “Is that so?” 

“Yeah.” I wasn’t sure if I was praising him or trying to calm myself, but my response was firm. 

It was a charming duplex in a serene setting. 

As Gregory unlocked the door, I was amazed by the entryway adorned with a collection of Doraemon figures, my lips curving into a smile. “You’re into this, 100?” 

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Gregory replied, “It’s you who’s into it.” 

Under my puzzled gaze, he raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Don’t like it anymore?” “I still do.” I realized that the wall filled with Doraemon memorabilia was to my 

taste. 

With its evident wear from years gone by, the neighborhood housed an interior that was spotless and well–kept, with brilliant natural light and a cozy, country–style decor. It was just the type a girl would fall for. 

While I was curious about his preference for such a style, Gregory handed me the keys to the fingerprint lock. “It’s all set up with your childhood favorites in mind. I wanted to give it to you as a birthday present back then but never got the chance.”