Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 366

Gregory grabbed my arm with the passion I had never seen in him. An intensity and a barely contained excitement had overshadowed his usually disheveled appearance. His brown eyes locked onto mine, unblinking.

I forgot to breathe. It was as if my response was of utmost importance to Gregory. "Yeah."

I was perplexed. "What's..."

Before I knew it, he pulled me into his embrace. His whole body trembled with emotion! The hug was nothing like the measured, restrained ones I had received from him before. He held me like a long-lost treasure, his feelings overflowing. It was as if he had finally broken free from the chains bounding him.

After a moment, he reluctantly let go, his face glowing with a joy I had never seen, reminiscent of the guy with an unexpected windfall, "I knew it was you. It had to be you."

He cupped my face. "See, I told you I'd recognize you."

"Who am I?" His actions had me baffled, "Lilliana?"

"I'll take you to meet Grandma." Almost immediately after saying that, he leaned over to buckle my seatbelt, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas in one fluid motion.

The engine roared to life. At the moment, his usual carefree demeanor was tenfold.

I was still confused, "Why are you suddenly so sure I'm Lilliana?"

He had always thought I might be her. But there was always a hint of uncertainty. After all, the Myers family already had a Lilliana, and the DNA reports were crystal clear.

He paused at a red light, turning to me with a sparkle in his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Lily has been allergic to peanuts since she was a child. Like you, she'd break out in rashes."

Then, she examined me more closely with concern, "Still not fully recovered, huh? I'll call the doctor to have another look at you."

Gregory kept it under wraps because he didn't want to freak anyone out, so he hadn't told anyone at all. He hadn't even given Ramona a heads-up.

I smiled politely, "Ramona, I'm fine. It'll clear up in a few days. There’s no need to trouble the doctor again."

"Ramona," Gregory helped Ramona to the couch, shedding his usual indifference for a rare seriousness, "There's something I need to tell you, but please, try to stay calm for your health."

"What is it?" Ramona sensed something was amiss. "Just say it."

Gregory gestured for me to sit before he began, "About the desserts at last night's dinner, two contained peanuts."