Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 725



Her laughter was so uncontrollable that drool threatened to escape her mouth as she happily tugged at her dad's hair.

Gregory pretended to wince in pain, and with a seriousness that belied the playful tone he'd been using, he said, "If you keep this up and I go bald, your mom might kick me to the curb for a new model."

I elbowed Gregory lightly in the ribs.

He shot a quick glance my way, his expression unreadable.

I couldn't help but shake my head, amused and a bit exasperated.

So childish.

Playing these little games, pretending to be mad, just waiting for me to sweet-talk him out of it.

...

By the time we got to the restaurant, Christine and the others were already seated.

At a long table.

Christine and Merritt were at one end, while Dailey and Nelly sat at the other.

Nelly was trying to press an ice pack to Dailey's face, but he kept dodging her attempts.

The lighting here was dim, making it hard to see clearly, but it looked like one side of Dailey's face was slightly swollen.

I took a seat next to Christine and asked, "Did you hit him again?"

Christine nodded. "He wouldn't listen, so I had to take matters into my own hands."

I facepalmed, aware that Merritt was right there, giving me an innocent smile that made it hard to speak my mind.

"Just handle it your way, but if it gets out of hand, remember to let me know."

Christine waved me off, "You and Gregory enjoy your honeymoon. Don't worry about my drama."

I nodded, then asked, "Did you order?"

"Yeah, I did. See if there's anything else you want."

Christine passed me the menu.

My mom took the baby over, sitting across from me and Gregory.

Gregory rested one hand on the back of my chair and casually draped the other over his leg, glancing over at Dailey.

Dailey moved a bit closer, now sitting next to Gregory.

With the distance closed, I could see the mark on Dailey's face clearly.

I even heard Gregory comment, "You're really making a name for yourself, aren't you?"

...

Two slaps in one day.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Dailey probably hadn't dealt with anything like this before.

I bit my lip, turning to whisper to Christine.

"If you're really done with Dailey, I can have Gregory talk to him. Constantly hitting him isn't the solution."

Christine leaned back, looking at me playfully. "Why are you taking his side? Don't you love me anymore, sweetheart?"

I could feel Gregory's icy gaze on Christine even without looking back.

I saw Christine suddenly sit up

Saising her hands in a

of surrender. "Mr.

hard feelings, just a jok

clear

I turned around to find Gregory still talking to Dailey, not paying any attention to us.

...

"Not quite," Christine leaned closer, whispering so softly I could barely hear her, "I'm still watching the situation."

I understood.

After all, emotions were involved. Dailey's recent actions had clearly shaken Christine.

But I still warned, "Don't push him too far. If he snaps, even Gregory might not be able to handle it."

It was a matter of brotherhood, after all.

Christine's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're just worried about your Gregory."

I rolled my eyes. "Not at all. I'm concerned for you. If he loses it, you might get hurt."

Christine clinked her wine glass against my juice glass.

I was nursing, so juice was my only option.

"If I need help, I'll let you know."

"Alright."

While we were talking, Merritt had meticulously prepared Christine's plate, removing shrimp shells, picking out fish bones, and even arranging crab meat into a heart shape in front of her.

"Don't just drink, sis. Eat something, or you'll hurt your stomach."

"Okay."

Christine picked up her chopsticks and started eating, while Merritt cut up a steak for her. Watching them, I couldn't help but sigh, which prompted Gregory's cool voice to tease me.

"Jealous?"

Before I could respond, he added,

bet

"What is it? I haven't peeled shrimp or picked out bones for you? Are

these things really worth your envy?"

I playfully slapped his arm and peeled a shrimp for him, placing it in his bowl.

"Happy now, Mr. Ford?"

Gregory looked at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Over the moon, truly."

I bit back a retort.

With everyone around, it wasn't the time to delve into more personal matters.

"As long as you're happy." I said, returning to my meal.

Gregory watched me for a few seconds, then turned back to his food, saying nothing.

Even though we hadn't argued, it was clear to everyone present that something was off between us.