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"Greg!"

Gregory hurriedly responded, "I'm here."

I was both angry and heartbroken.

He smiled at me, even though beads of sweat had formed on the tip of his nose.

When Dr. Andrews was treating his wound, I saw him wince.

He was trying to bear it, but some reactions are just involuntary.

I turned away, unable to bear watching him in pain and admittedly, a bit upset.

Gregory signaled Dr. Andrews to hurry up.

Once Dr. Andrews had skillfully finished up, he left Gregory and me alone in the room.

Gregory grabbed my hand, but I pulled away, only to hear him hiss in pain. I immediately turned back, "You okay?" "Never better."

Gregory wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

I was about to protest when I heard his hoarse voice, “Jane, it hurts."

I froze, knowing all too well this was one of his schemes.

"Serves you right."

"Yeah." Gregory played along, "I deserve it."

"Then stop being mad, and take care of me, okay?"

"I'm so pitiful."

Fine.

Seeing I didn't respond, Gregory nuzzled into my neck, like a big dog seeking its owner's comfort.

It wasn't anger I felt, but deep concern.

Now, how could I resist him? I looked up at him, "No more next times."

"Deal, I promise."

Afterward, we headed home together.

Dinner was unsatisfying, so we picked up some pastries on the way back.

I bit into a pistachio pastry Gregory offered, asking, "Lucius hasn't returned?"

“He's dealing with the aftermath with Dailey," Gregory replied truthfully.

I paused, "There's something I need to tell you."

Before I could continue, he guessed, "Advise Christine not to put all her eggs in one basket."

"Stop it, you just want to win that bet about who gets married first."

Gregory hugged me closer, laughing, "How can I ever keep anything from you? But, I've been wondering."

"What?" I asked.

"Whenever someone spoke ill of Christine, you'd defend her. Why didn't you say anything this time when Dailey crossed the line?"

I pursed my lips, "Because I know Dailey didn't want Christine to move abroad. I didn't want that either. You getting hurt shows how dangerous it can be."

"Exceptional circumstances call for exceptional measures."

"But Dailey did hurt Christine, and she's decided to stop chasing him."

"You must be thrilled, your bet looks like a win."

As soon as I finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, "Are you proposing to me?"

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On the weekend, Gregory and I visited the Myers family.

Ramona was already waiting at the door with apple pies.

"You look much better today."

She glanced at Gregory, "Indeed, love is the best medicine."

"Once you returned, she recovered."

"Ramona..."

I was embarrassed, as if I couldn't live without Gregory.

Though, it seemed somewhat true.

"It was Dr. Brown's medicine. His expertise is commendable."

Ramona didn't burst my bubble, "As long as you're well, that's all that matters."

She handed me the pie, "Just seeing you eases my mind, go on now."

"Alright."

I knew Ramona was aware of my reluctance to see Victor.

Seeing her well also put me at ease.

After exchanging a few more words, Gregory and I left.

Upon returning to Elmwood Villas, we saw Lucius, whom we hadn't seen in days.

"Gregory, everything's been taken care of."

Lucius glanced at me, hesitating, "Jane..."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Gregory gave him a cold look, “What, you forgot how to speak English after a few days abroad?"

Lucius stumbled over his words, "Uh, Mr. Clarkson, well, got a bit hurt."

Gregory immediately understood, "Serious?"

Lucius pondered, to lie to me on Gregory's behalf and risk my anger, or to be honest and face Gregory's. But my anger was decidedly more daunting.

"Not serious, but he's hospitalized. Maybe he's waiting for someone to visit."

Gregory drew out his response with a "Hmm."

I observed their performance silently.

After Lucius said his piece, he quickly excused himself.

Gregory and I locked eyes for a moment before he asked, "Should we tell her?"

I inquired, "If I say no, will you keep it from me?"

Gregory nodded, "Of course, I always listen to my wife."

I teased him, "Who's your wife?"

Following his trip abroad, Gregory started spending more time at home.

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While I appreciated his company, it left me with no time to work on the wedding dress design.

Under Christine's urging, I had begun a draft.

But I didn't want him to find out just yet.

Morning sickness got worse, halting the dress design process.

By the third month, my mom called.

"Sweetie, I've finally cleared my schedule and can start planning the party."

I was confused, "What party?"

"Your party, of course!"

Then it hit me.

My mom was preparing to announce my parentage publicly.

I knew she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

I, too, wanted everyone to know I was her daughter, so she could attend

my wedding openly as

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I smiled, "Great, when?"

"After October, wait for my update."

Calculating the time, I knew she was planning to meticulously handle everything herself.