Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel 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?"