NovelEnglishHe chuckled, “Jane, do you have any idea how much of my life you've missed?" "How much?" "Let's not count the years before I found you." Gregory didn't even pause before he proudly stated, "You've been absent for 758 days. In those 758 days, I've changed; I'm not the sperson I was." I was somewhat touched, but his last sentence madeslowly type out a question mark, "Hmm?" "I can cook now." He lifted his chiseled jaw, pinnedto the couch with a calm demeanor, and said, "Just wait for dinner." With that, he headed into the kitchen.
I leaned against the back of the couch, slightly worried, but seeing his smooth and practiced movements through the glass door, I relaxed.
I found a more comfortable position and watched his every move.
My heart felt full, wishing tcould stop at this moment.
The man wore a hand-tailored white shirt, its sleeves casually rolled up to reveal his delicate wrists and toned forearms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe shirt was tucked into his trousers, embracing his long legs. The clothes were a bit wrinkled from our earlier flirtation, adding a sense of disarray.
Yet, it strangely suited his aura.
The Gregory I knew had always been flamboyant and unrestrained.
He was always himself.
As I was mesmerized by him, he waved a hand in front of my face, saying with deep meaning, "If you keep looking atlike that, I won't mind adding an appetizer." ". You rogue!" I snapped back to reality, my cheeks flushing red.
Gregory's teasing laugh rang out, "Go on, wash up for dinner." "Okay!" I sniffed, drawn by the delicious smell of dinner, and hurriedly washed my hands before sitting at the dining table.
The table was set with three dishes and a soup, each looking incredibly appetizing.
I looked at him in surprise, “Have you been to a cooking school these past two years?" "...Shut up." Gregory gavea sidelong glance and serveda spicy shrimp, "Eat slowly; eating too fast is bad for your stomach." "Got it." I nodded vigorously and started eating.
After dinner, I wanted to wash the dishes.
It's easier when we share the work.
But Gregory wouldn't letlift a finger, "I'm here; you don't need to do these things." I chuckled. "Aren't you afraid of spoiling me? If I get used to this, you'll have to do it all in the future." "I'd be more than happy." He pinched my cheek, smiling. "It seems you're not spoiled yet; I need to try harder." However, this time, he didn't letsit still but pickedup.
"We just ate; let's move around on the balcony." "Okay." I agreed, then suddenly realized something. "Gregory, have you noticed you've becquite the worrier?" He wasn't like this when we were kids. That wasn't his nature.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe glared at me, replying, “I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, you'll disappear again for two years maybe twenty. Jane, I can't handle that." UMS I was taken aback, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.
Coming back to my senses, the man had already turned to tidy up the turned to t dishes in the kitchen. Heeding his words, I went to the balcony.
The neon lights flickered outside, illuminating thousands of homes.
Turning back, I saw him bending over the sink washing dishes, and myn heart softened completely. Without hesitation, I walked over and hugged his lean waist from behind! Feeling his warmth, the pain slowly faded.
With my face pressed against his back through the shirt, I mumbled "Gregory, what can do to ease your mind? I won't disappear again, I swear."
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