Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 459

I was lying in the hospital bed, nodding slowly. "Yes, Gregory."

Initially, as I was searching for Gregory, I had slowly come to terms with the possibility that he might have died, this terrible piece of news.

But then, as I lay there on the hospital bed, clarity struck me. He couldn't be dead.

That day, our chance encounter on the street must have been a divine sign.

After that, my health improved rapidly, as if someone on their deathbed had suddenly found a reason to heal.

Now, Gregory was far from his usual carefree self, his expression grave. "You can't keep doing this, Jane," he said sternly.

"Then take care of yourself," I shot back.

His stern look didn't scare me one bit. "Gregory, if you dare get yourself hurt, I dare to die just to show you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, I'm threatening you. Are you scared?"

"Scared." He was at a loss with me, his eyes filled with fear and affection. "I'm not scared of anything, except for something happening to you." "Then promise me, promise me you'll take care of yourself."

I was scared too.

I feared that facing Palmer again would bring back the horrors of the past.

It's easy to dodge an open attack, but a stab in the back is hard to foresee.

Gregory gently caressed my forehead, planting a kiss. "Alright, I promise you."

"Pinky promise."

Like a child, I extended my little finger. "You promise me, and I promise you. Gregory, for each other, let's both stay alive."

"Deal." He curved his lips into a slight smile, hooking his finger with mine, giving it a gentle shake. "Jane, from now on, no one can take my life, except for you."

"Yuck, why would I want your life!"

I immediately felt uneasy with such talk. "I just want you to be here, that's all."

Then, suddenly remembering seeing him in France, I knew it was most likely a case of mistaken identity, or just my imagination, but I couldn't help asking.

"By the way, where were you last year today?"

"France," Gregory paused, then gently touched my scar. "Just, I didn't run into you. Imagine, if we had met that day, would you have suffered less?" -Would you have not tried to hurt yourself.

I understood the subtext of his words.

My heart trembled slightly.

So, the person I saw that day, it was him.

I hadn't been mistaken. It wasn't just my imagination.

We didn't actually meet, but he saved me once again.

I smiled at him. "But I saw you that day, you were on the Champs-Élysées in the evening, right?"

"Right."

Gregory's pupils contracted, his breathing suddenly erratic. "Your suicide attempt, was it because..."

"No."

I cut off his wild assumptions with a definitive answer, grabbing his hand. "Gregory, were you sent by God to save me? It's since then that I've felt hopeful, and in a few months, I was able to stop the medication."

He looked skeptical, guilt still evident in his eyes. "Really?" "Lying makes me a puppy."

I looked at him sincerely. "If you don't believe me, you can check the prescription records with my doctor. What you've brought to me has always been redemption."

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He didn't speak, rubbing my hair silently for a while. "Alright, go back to sleep, no staying up late with your period."

"As you command."

I chuckled, knowing he wouldn't let this go so easily.

He would feel guilty, remorseful.

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Still, I had a lingering worry. "Remember our promise?"

"Remember."

Gregory chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not as foolish as you."

That finally put my mind at ease. "About the family dinner tomorrow night, you're really going?"

"Yes."

"I'll accompany..."