Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 511

He chuckled, "Jane, do you have any idea how much of my life you've missed?"

"How much?"

"Let's not count the years before I found you."

Gregory didn't even pause before he proudly stated, "You've been absent for 758 days. In those 758 days, I've changed; I'm not the same person I was."

I was somewhat touched, but his last sentence made me slowly type out a question mark, "Hmm?"

"I can cook now."

He lifted his chiseled jaw, pinned me to the couch with a calm demeanor, and said, "Just wait for dinner."

With that, he headed into the kitchen.

I leaned against the back of the couch, slightly worried, but seeing his smooth and practiced movements through the glass door, I relaxed.

I found a more comfortable position and watched his every move.

My heart felt full, wishing time could stop at this moment.

The man wore a hand-tailored white shirt, its sleeves casually rolled up to reveal his delicate wrists and toned forearms.

The shirt was tucked into his trousers, embracing his long legs. The clothes were a bit wrinkled from our earlier flirtation, adding a sense of disarray.

Yet, it strangely suited his aura.

The Gregory I knew had always been flamboyant and unrestrained.

He was always himself.

As I was mesmerized by him, he waved a hand in front of my face, saying with deep meaning, "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't mind adding an appetizer."

"...You rogue!"

I snapped back to reality, my cheeks flushing red.

Gregory's teasing laugh rang out, "Go on, wash up for dinner."

"Okay!"

I sniffed, drawn by the delicious smell of dinner, and hurriedly washed my hands before sitting at the dining table.

"We just ate; let's move around on the balcony."

"Okay." I agreed, then suddenly realized something. "Gregory, have you noticed you've become quite the worrier?"

He wasn't like this when we were kids. That wasn't his nature.

He glared at me, replying, "I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, you'll disappear again for two years or maybe twenty. Jane, I can't handle that."

I was taken aback, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.

Coming back to my senses, the man had already turned to tidy up the dishes in the kitchen.

Heeding his words, I went to the balcony.

The neon lights flickered outside, illuminating thousands of homes.

Turning back, I saw him bending over the sink washing dishes, and my heart softened completely. Without hesitation, I walked over and hugged his lean waist from behind!

Feeling his warmth, the pain slowly faded.

With my face pressed against his back through the shirt, I mumbled, "Gregory, what can I do to ease your mind? I won't disappear again, I swear."