Lost Me Gained Regret



My mom was quick as lightning, catching me before I could fall.

But that slight delay meant Ramona had already stepped out into the rain.

I grabbed the umbrella and hurried after her.

Mom caught me by the arm, "You can't run, walk slowly, I'll handle it."

She handed me the larger umbrella she was carrying and took my smaller one to chase after Ramona.

I couldn't slow down my pace, making sure I wouldn't harm the baby while trying to keep up as best as I could.

Mom had caught up to Ramona, but Ramona was struggling fiercely, calling out for Victor, her umbrella barely providing any shelter as both of them were soaked.

I moved forward to offer them the umbrella, but the wind was too strong, and it barely covered them.

Besides, Ramona wouldn't let me help shield her.

"Victor, please take me to Victor!"

Mom didn't dare to pull too hard, fearing she might hurt Ramona, so she just followed her lead.

She turned to me, worried, "You should head back home. It's autumn, and during pregnancy, your immune system is weaker. Getting soaked could lead to a cold, and that would be troublesome."

I was already drenched.

In just a few seconds, Mom and Ramona had moved farther away.

I thought it over; my priority had to be the baby's well-being. As for Ramona...

I turned back toward home, planning to call the security team stationed in the underground garage to go after Mom and Ramona, when I suddenly bumped into a wall of people.

Before I could see who it was, I was swept off my feet.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

The familiar scent calmed me, and I swallowed my shout, "When did you get back?"

The man carried me upstairs with steady steps, straight into the bathroom.

He wrapped me in a towel, turned on the shower adjusting the temperature before stripping me.

"Ramona..."

I didn't resist, and in no time, I was bare.

Before the chill could set in, warmth enveloped me.

Gregory was also soaked, his black

shirt clinging to him, outlining his

solid muscles. His handsome

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wasexpressionless, rain tracing down his defined jawline.

He seemed cold, detached.

"Are you mad?"

After drenching me thoroughly in warm water and dressing me in a bathrobe, Gregory lifted me onto the bed.

He tucked me in snugly, then fetched a hairdryer to dry my hair.

His silence made me feel guilty, prompting me to explain, "It was an emergency, and I was mindful of the baby. I didn't act recklessly, please don't be mad, okay?"

Gregory's fingers worked through my hair, ensuring it was dry before turning off the dryer.

Rain pattered against the window, dark clouds looming outside, the room dim except for the small bedside lamp. Gregory's deep eyes fixed on me, swirling.

I crawled closer, hooking my fingers

around his, looking up at him, "I

never intended to put myself in danger. I always remembered I'm pregnant. I was already planning to head back downstairs."

"Really?"

My fingers gently swayed, my voice soft, "Really, I always listen to you."

"Bullshit."

Gregory gave me a sideways glance, pinching my cheek, "Ramona and Bella will be fine. Lucius has taken people to handle it." "Seeing you all wet, yes, I was angry, but I'm over it now."

I breathed a sigh of relief, moving to embrace him, but he pushed me away, "I need a shower."

After a quick shower and changing into a set of gray loungewear, making sure he was warm, he came back to hold me.

I nuzzled his neck, "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Gregory patted my head, "Enough, your apologies are like drinking water - you say it now, and then you'll do it again."

My apologies indeed lacked conviction. I pulled away from his embrace, reaching up to loop my arms around his neck, "Then what can I do to make you believe me?"

At that, a flicker of desire passed

through Gregory's eyes as he glanced at my abdomen, "I thought having a little one with you wouldn't be so bad, but now, it feels like an inconvenience."

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