Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 338
My heart felt like it was being squeezed.
Just like Gregory had said, it was something subconscious, an inexplicable feeling from nowhere.
Seeing the sadness in his eyes, I found myself impulsively tiptoeing, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
But halfway through, I snapped back to reality, my hand frozen mid–air as I met his deep eyes, whispering soothingly, “Gregory,
she wouldn’t blame you.”
There was a brief spark in his eyes, which faded as I hesitated. “You’re not her. How would you know what she’s thinking?”
“I’ve been through something similar,” I admitted with a bitter taste in my voice. “I had a good life, then suddenly lost my parents
and had to fend for myself, striving and struggling to survive.”
Nooked back at him, offering a gentle smile. “If I were her, I wouldn’t blame you. And... I believe she wouldn’t either.”
People who’ve had it tough tend to empathize more with others.
His years of waiting were proof enough of his dedication.
He seemed touched, his usual sharp edges blunted. “Have these years been hard for you?”
“When I was younger, yes.”
I took a deep breath, glancing around the room filled with a strangely familiar ambiance, and chuckled, “But over time, I got used
to it. These past few years, living lavishly with the Ferguson family, I can hardly say I’ve had it tough.”
Gregory eyed me. “So, are you happy every day?”
I let out a wry laugh, stepping into the room. “Please, most people are just trying their best to live. How can one be happy every
day?” “Is that so?”
“And you? Are you happy?”
Gregory followed me out of the room, closing the door behind him and shooting me a glance. “You know the answer.”

He wasn’t happy. Probably hadn’t been since Lilliana disappeared.
“Oh,” I shrugged, not pushing the conversation further.
He led me towards Ramona’s room. “Ramona wants you to stay here. But if you’d rather stay at a hotel, I can talk to her.” “No
need,” I shook my head. “I’d like to stay and keep her company.”
Maybe I enjoyed being with Ramona because I never knew my grandparents‘ love.
It didn’t feel awkward; it felt warm and comforting.
Life for Gregory was busier back in Vista Town than in RiverCity.
He left in the afternoon after receiving a phone call.
Once he was out of sight, Ramona turned to me with a meaningful look. “Child, do you have certain feelings for Greg?”
Her question caught me off guard, and I hurriedly denied, “No.”
Ramona was perceptive. “Is it that you don’t think about it, or you’re afraid to?”
I looked down at the neatly laid wooden tiles on the ground, at a loss for words.
I hadn’t thought about it.
After my divorce, all I wanted was a peaceful life. Thoughts of love and affection hadn’t crossed my mind.
Maybe... there were moments when Gregory had stirred something in me, but I always quashed those feelings instantly.
Ramona patted my shoulder, urging me to be honest. “Tell me the truth. Don’t hold back just because I’m Lilliana’s grandmother,
Greg has been faithful to Lilliana and the Myers family for over twenty years. Now, I want him to be true to himself.”
After a moment of silence, I replied. “I haven’t thought about it, and I’m afraid to. Besides, he’s in love with Lilliana. We’re better
off as friends”
“Afraid to.” She paused, then choosing to ignore my latter words, focused on my hesitancy. “Is it because you’ve been through a
divorce?”

Surprised, I looked up. “You knew?”