<b>Chapter 338</b>
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<b><i>, </i></b>she wouldn’t me you.”
There was a brief spark in his eyes, which faded as I hesitated. “You’re not her. How would you <i>know </i>what she’s thinking<b>?</b><b>”</b>
“I’ve been through something simr,” 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.”
Nooked back at him, offering a gentle smile. “If I were her, I wouldn’t me 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, ncing around the room filled with a strangely familiar ambiance, and chuckled, “But over time, I got used to it. These past few years, livingvishly 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 wryugh, 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?<b>”</b>
<b>Gregory </b>followed me out of the room, closing the door behind him and shooting me a nce. “You know the answer.”
He wasn’t happy. Probably hadn’t been since Lilliana disappeared.
“Oh,” I shrugged, not pushing the conversation further.
He led me towards Ramona’s room. “Ramona wants you to stay here. But if you’d rather stay at a hotel, I can talk to her.” <b>“</b>No need,” I shook my head. “I’d like to stay and keep herpany.”
Maybe I enjoyed being <b>with </b>Ramona because I never knew my grandparents‘ love.
It didn’t feel awkward; it felt warm andforting.
Life for Gregory was busier back in Vista Town than in RiverCity.
He left in the afternoon after receiving <b>a </b>phone call.
Once he was out of sight, Ramona turned to me with <b>a </b>meaningful look. “Child, do you have certain feelings for Greg?”
Her question caught me off guard, and I hurriedly denied, “No.”
Ramona was perceptive. “Is it that <b>you </b>don’t think about <b>it</b>, or you’re afraid to?”
I looked down <b>at </b>the neatlyid wooden tiles on the ground<b>, </b>at a loss for words.
I hadn’t thought about it.
After my divorce, all I wanted was a peaceful life. Thoughts of love and affection hadn’t crossed my mind.
Maybe… there were moments when Gregory had stirred something <b>in </b>me, but I always quashed those feelings instantly.
Ramona patted my shoulder, urging me to be honest. “Tell me the truth. Don’t hold back just because I’m Lilliana’s grandmother, Greg has been faithful to Lilliana and the Myers family for over twenty years. Now, I want him to be true to himself.”RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
After a moment of silence, I replied. <b>“</b>I haven’t thought about it, and I’m afraid to. Besides, he’s in love with Lilliana. We’re better off <b>as </b>friends<b>”</b>
“Afraid to<i>.</i><i>” </i>She paused, then choosing to ignore mytter words, focused on my hesitancy. <b>“</b><b>Is </b>it because you’ve <b>been </b><b>through </b><b>a</b>
divorce?”
Surprised, I looked up. “You <b>knew</b>?”