Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 410 

The moment she spoke, the jovial banter filling the private room fell into sudden silence. 

I followed her gaze and immediately spotted Gregory. 

His slender fingers were casually holding a glass of wine, the sleeves of his dark shirt carelessly rolled up to reveal his lean forearms, a glint of cool light reflecting off his wristwatch. 

Hearing the noise, he raised his eyebrows slightly, casting an indifferent glance our way. Our eyes locked mid–air. 

He was, indeed, still alive. 

A mix of surprise and joy surged through me, lifting my spirits as a smile unknowingly curved my lips. “Greg…” 

Before I could finish, I noticed his gaze was cold, as if nothing moved him, he was as indifferent as a stranger. 

Gregory looked at me, seemingly waiting for me to speak first, yet also appearing slightly perplexed. 

It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me, cutting off any 

words I had. 

The others in the room also looked at me with a hint of confusion. 

Among them were two people I had met a couple of years ago at Dorothy’s birthday party–Gregory’s childhood friends. 

The woman who had opened the door earlier asked, “Were you looking for him. for something?” 

I pursed my lips, managing a small smile, “No… nothing. Just didn’t expect to see him here in RiverCity. Sorry for the interruption, I’ll be going now!” 

It was enough to know he was alive and well. 

hastily returned to our room, where Christine leaned in, “What happened? Did you run into someone you know?” 

“No.” 

no.50 

I shook my head, changing the subject, “Let’s eat, I’m starving.” 

Mark then started talking about Bella again. 

Throughout the meal, my mind kept drifting back to the earlier encounter. 

However, I hadn’t expected that wouldn’t be the end of it. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When we were about to leave, Mark went ahead to settle the bill. 

Christine and I had just stepped out when the door to another private room 

opened. 

The woman from before came out pushing a wheelchair, stopping Gregory from removing the blanket on his legs with a gesture that was both 

affectionate and assertive, “Have you forgotten what the doctor said? Keep it 

on.” 

Gregory, who usually dismissed everyone’s advice, didn’t argue this time, merely pulling a face and responding in a lazy tone, “Got it, stop nagging.” 

Christine looked at him, then at me, puzzled. 

I shook my head slightly, “Let’s go.” 

As we were about to pass by them, the woman stopped me, her voice tinged with a smile. 

“Gregory’s… casual friend, he’s changed his contact info, did you know? Want to exchange Instagram handles? It’d be easier to keep in touch.” 

Gregory glanced at her, his emotions unreadable. 

Unsure of their relationship and not wanting to stir trouble, I glanced at Gregory’s leg, suppressing the urge to ask, and replied with a mix of answer and explanation. 

“No need, we’re just casual friends, haven’t been in touch for over two years now, don’t misunderstand.” 

Yes. 

It had been over two years. 

In truth, during many a sleepless night abroad, I’d dialed that familiar number. 

518 

09.59 

But I never got through. 

Once, I even wondered if he had truly died. 

Thankfully, he hadn’t. 

That was enough for me. 

I turned to leave. 

Gregory’s voice suddenly carried a hint of mockery, “Maybe add me anyway, Mrs. Ferguson? Or does Mr. Ferguson keep a tight leash, no adding men on Instagram?” 

I paused, caught off guard. 

Before I could respond, Christine grabbed my phone from me, turned back with a smile, and presented the QR code, “Mr. Ford, with a beauty by your side and not a worry, why should our Jane, a single lady, be concerned?” 

Gregory scanned the code, his long lashes partially hiding his brown eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, “What’s this, Mrs. Ferguson planning to make up after a bedtime argument?” 

“Jane this time is…” 

“That’s enough, Chris.”