Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel 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.”

I looked 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.