Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 413 

Chapter 413 

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. 

Gregory’s eyes were fixed on me, piercing. “When did this happen?” 

I told him the truth, “Yesterday.” 

“So you’re saying…” He laughed, a sound laced with sarcasm. “So, you went back to him, spent two years realizing it’s not working out, and now you’re thinking of turning back to me?” 

My fingers tightened involuntarily, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze mocking yet intense. His eyes were full of scrutiny and questioning. 

Abruptly, I withdrew my hand and stood up hastily, instinctively denying, “That’s not it.” 

Gregory’s smile turned roguish. “Then what is it?” 

I avoided his gaze. “How’s your leg doing?” 

“Jane, aren’t you usually quite sharp with your words?” He grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, his voice tight with emotion, “Why so silent now? Feeling guilty?” 

“Gregory…” 

He wasn’t using much strength; I managed to pull away with a little effort, whispering, “If you have to think that way, then maybe I am guilty.” 

Perhaps, I was guilty after all. 

He smirked. “Do you know what this sounds like?” 

“What?” 

“The playbook of a heartbreaker.” 

I pursed my lips, then I said, “It’s getting late, should go.” 

As I left River Villa in a hurry… 

Gregory watched my retreating figure, a shadow of restraint crossing his face. 

Only after the sound of the door echoed did he look down, unlocking his 

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Edith emerged from the game room across, her mouth twitching, “Really, you’re just letting her walk away?” 

Gregory shrugged. “What else?” 

“I heard her say she got divorced, and you’re not seizing the moment? Watch out for her ex coming back for a revenge hit.” 

“That’s your reason for sneaking my phone to message her?” 

“…Let’s not sweat the small stuff.” Edith laughed, “If it weren’t for me, would you even know your ‘just friends‘ buddy got divorced?” 

“Do you know what I hate the most?” 

“People playing games with you.” 

Edith nodded, understanding. The Ford family’s heir, revered for generations, never stumbled in any endeavor. Only two things had ever gone against his will. 

One was the cunning bastard from the Ford lineage, against whom Gregory had laid a strategic trap, waiting for the right moment to exact revenge. 

The other was Jane. She vanished without a word in their youth, and after two decades of searching, she returned only to smash his pride with a casual “couples fight but make up.” 

Now, she reappeared, announcing her divorce, yet indifferent to his feelings. This was unbearable for anyone, let alone the proud Gregory. 

Edith pondered and then turned to her brother, “If you truly despise her, I can make her remember.” 

“?” 

Gregory frowned, “When did I say I hated her?” 

He didn’t hate her. He just didn’t want to be the fallback guy anymore, not without her clear love, instead of always being the one chasing, as if he was desperate for affection. 

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“You said you hated…” 

“I hate the game, not the player.” 

Edith almost burst into laughter. “Why don’t you just admit, no matter what Jane does, you can’t hate her? You’re head over heels!” 

Internally, she mocked. -How did the Ford family produce such a love–struck fool? 

“You’re so in love, yet you let her walk out into such heavy rain?” 

Edith walked to the window, glanced down, and coughed lightly, “Sorry, my bad. Looks like her ex’s revenge came quicker than I thought.” 

The man who ‘couldn’t possibly stand up‘ suddenly threw off his blanket, rushed to the window, and saw the woman standing beside a Rolls–Royce. Gregory gritted his teeth, nodded in acknowledgment of his anger, and ended up kicking over the office’s rocking chair in frustration. 

Edith called a doctor overnight. 

The doctor warned, returning to square one, he wouldn’t be able to stand for at least half a month. A bittersweet remedy. 

Beside the Rolls–Royce. 

The driver held an umbrella for me as Bryant, seated inside, cracked a slight smile, his voice deep and husky, “You won’t even get in my car now?” 

“I just think, post–divorce, it’s better to maintain some distance.” 

“It’s about grandma.” 

“What about her…” 

Bryant cut me off, “Get in, and I’ll tell you.” 

Reluctantly, I climbed into the car. The interior was tainted with the smell of secondhand smoke, somewhat unpleasant. Noticing my discomfort, Bryant cracked the window slightly. As the car moved through the rain, the smell gradually faded. 

I turned to him, “You were saying?” 

His eyes fixed on me, his voice deepening, “I’ve made contact with a specialist 

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who can treat Ramona’s neurological condition.” 

My eyes lit up, “Really?” 

“Yes.” Bryant finally smiled, “He’s coming to Vista Town soon. I’ll introduce you. He’s agreed to take on Ramona’s case.” 

“Great!” I was surprised yet worried, “Can he really cure Ramona?” 

“Relax.” He laughed self–deprecatingly, “I’ve only ever broken my promises to you in our marriage. When have I ever lied about anything else?” 

His words made me laugh, a mix of helplessness and amusement. But he was right. 

In business, he was always reliable, never making promises he couldn’t keep. Remembering something, I couldn’t help but say, “Thanks for looking after the Myers side these past two years.” 

Without him, Ramona wouldn’t have recovered so quickly. The Myers family business wouldn’t have been left untouched, despite Dorothy’s desperation to 

intervene. 

“No need to thank me.” Bryant’s lashes shadowed his eyes, his voice solemn, “I haven’t even begun to make up for what I owe you. ‘Thanks‘ isn’t necessary.”