Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 411 

I grabbed Christine’s arm and made a beeline for the exit. He already had a girlfriend; there wasn’t much need for an explanation. 

It wasn’t until we had completely vanished around the corner that Gregory finally averted his gaze, looking at Edith with an indifferent expression. 

“What’s your angle?” 

“My angle?” 

Edith gestured towards her phone with her lips, “Just trying to snag your ‘casual friend’s‘ contact for you. How do you plan on thanking me?” 

Gregory replied coolly, “No need.” 

Edith smirked, “Then why did you stop her? All this playing hard to get, who taught you that? It’s so outdated,” Edith said with disdain. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gregory was unfazed, “Edith, has anyone ever told you that you look pretty decent when you’re not talking?” 

She wasn’t pleased with that, “Like a dog could ever speak of ivory. No wonder you’ve been single for two decades.” 

“Get lost.” 

Gregory licked his back teeth, swearing with a smile. 

[I accepted your friend request] 

Suddenly, a new message popped up on his phone. He glanced down and waited, but no further messages came. 

That was her style. 

Always leaving without a word, cutting ties without a second thought, without 

any remorse. 

Maybe it was the nostalgia of their shared past that thickened over time. No matter what she did, he couldn’t find it in himself to hate her. 

Yet, he didn’t want to let her off that easily either. 

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09:59 

Lest she never learns her lesson. 

Opening her profile, he saw her picture against the backdrop of dusk, leaning on a balcony railing, lost in thought as she gazed towards the living room. 

Bathed in the twilight’s afterglow, there was an indescribable loneliness about 

her. 

For some reason, it tugged at his heart. 

After a moment, he tapped to view her stories. 

He was afraid, afraid of seeing her flaunting a new relationship, of her being too happy. But what scared him even more was the thought that she might still be struggling, that Bryant was still causing her pain. 

But there was nothing. She hadn’t posted anything on her moments. 

Back home, Edith suddenly snatched his phone away, “Stop obsessing, you’ve almost burned her picture into your retinas in just two hours.” 

Gregory demanded his phone back, annoyed, “My eyesight has only just recovered, and you’re worried I’m ruining it with electronics?” 

Edith paused, then remembered something, “She probably mistook me for your girlfriend. You better clear that up soon, or you’ll push her even further away.” 

“Me, explain?” Gregory almost laughed in frustration. “In your dreams.” 

She didn’t bother to explain herself to him, yet he was expected to clear the 

air? 

He wasn’t that desperate. 

Just ‘casual friends.‘ 

Right, ‘casual friends.‘ 

After my shower, the summer storm hit, pelting the windows with raindrops large as soybeans. 

Christine held two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the 

other. 

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“You okay?” 

She handed me a glass. 

I nodded, passing her the corkscrew, “I’m fine.” 

Christine cautiously gauged my mood, stating the facts, “He has a girlfriend 

now.” 

“He should.” 

Especially since he’s still in a wheelchair, these last two years must have been his hardest. 

So proud and arrogant, it must have taken him everything to accept his reality. Having someone by his side, I should be happy for him. 

Christine poured the wine, sat cross–legged on the carpet leaning against the sofa, and lightly clinked her glass against mine, “What about you?” 

I chuckled, “I have you.” 

She looked at me with interest, laughing, “So, you won’t choose love over friendship in the future?” 

“No…” 

I was about to respond when a message popped up on my phone. 

[Lily, my leg hurts] 

-Gregory. 

I paused, setting down my glass, pondering a reply: [Why don’t you ask your girlfriend to try a hot compress or a massage?] 

[That’s my cousin] 

[She’s out] 

[Are you free?] 

His replies came back instantly.