Chapter 347
My heart suddenly felt a pang, as if unexpectedly pricked by something sharp.
I pointed towards the deal with a cold voice. “Get out
Mane, where did you get this attitude? Can’t we have a proper conversation?
“Were you trying to have a prope! conversation?”
I glared at him defiantly. “What right do you have to criticize me? What about your fiancée? Shouldn’t you be with her instead of bothering me?*
“Even drunk, your sharp tongue doesn’t dull, does it?*
He tapped his chin thoughtfully, then chuckled lowly, as if resigning to his fate, and squatted down in front of me, his tone softening.
“Alright, I admit I was too hasty and didn’t talk nicely. I’ll accept the punishment.”
I asked subconsciously. “What punishment?”
He raised an eyebrow, playfully suggesting, “Another kiss from you?“
Only then did I notice his ears were flushed red.
Shaking my head, trying to sober up and not let the alcohol cloud my judgment, I looked at him, “Why are you here?”
“To give you an explanation.”
I frowned, asking, “Didn’t we already clear things up last night?”
“You were the only one who thought things were cleared up.”
Gregory poured me a glass of water and after sending a message on his phone, continued, “I’ve returned her to the Myers family. Jane, even before I said I’d stop waiting for her last night, I had already made up my mind. Call it falling out of love or being a jerk, but I have genuinely fallen for you. I’m not someone who can love two people at the same time. Since I’ve opened up to you, I won’t keep things tangled with someone else.”
I clenched my hands. “What about Lilliana?” I asked him.
“Let’s first confirm if she really is Lily.”
Gregory’s expression darkened slightly, “All signs point to her, but Ramona and I believe she’s not. We’re getting a DNA test done.
1 pursed my lips. “And if she is?”
“Before coming to you, I had discussed calling off the engagement with Ramona.”
He brushed my messy bangs behind my ear, his brown eyes locking on me, “Regardless of the result, I will call it off. Jane, can you trust me this time, hmm?”
His tone was his usual casual self.
In the silent room, an inexplicable tension spread.
I quickly avoided his gaze, “Let’s talk about this later.”
That person, too, had many times asked for my trust.
He never married Margaret either.
And yet, here we were.
I doubted I could surpass the cherished memory in someone’s heart.
Now, it was just him having spent more time with me, a fleeting passion clouding his judgment. Once Lilliana started spending more time with him, those childhood promises and fluttering feelings would resurface.
I would just be asking for heartbreak, as Christine said.
Ding dong!
The doorbell suddenly rang. Thinking it was Christine, I went to open the door, but Gregory stopped me, “I’ll get it.”
He walked to the door, exchanged a few words of thanks with someone outside, and returned with a box.
He slightly lifted his chin, “Go take a shower.”
I glanced at the thing in his hands, not sure what it was, my mind racing as I clutched my collar tightly.
“I said we’ll talk later! And, even though I’m divorced, Gregory, I can’t just slee