Lost Me Gained Regret



Christine was taken aback, scrambling to get up, but found herself pinned down firmly.

"Get your filthy hands off me."

Instead of complying, Dailey pressed her even closer to him.

With only one hand free, Christine couldn't push him away and resorted to covering his mouth, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "So, Mr. Clarkson enjoys playing the aggressor, huh?"

"Let go of Chris!"

Merritt dropped his bag of chips and grabbed Christine's arm, attempting to pull her away from Dailey.

But Dailey, despite being unwell, had his skills honed from a young age and Merritt couldn't free Christine. Seeing Christine wince, Merritt accused, "You're hurting her, look, her wrist is turning red."

The commotion had already drawn the attention of everyone in the room.

Merritt tried to pry Dailey's grip open but it was as if his hand was clamped down by a vise, unmoving.

"I'm sorry, Chris..." Merritt looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, filled with guilt, "I'm useless, I can't help you."

"I'm afraid to use too much force, I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll... I'll think of something else..."

From the onlookers, a young girl spoke up, "Dude, can't you see you're hurting her? Her eyes are red from pain. Just let her go."

Some agreed, "Exactly, just because you're strong doesn't give you the right to bully people."

"Not necessarily," another voiced a different opinion, "What if she moved on before breaking up with him? It's understandable he's upset."

"Don't talk nonsense, how do you know he's not just a suitor? It's normal for a beautiful woman like her to have admirers."

"Don't get dazzled by his looks; what's the use if he's violent? I support her choice not to pick him."

While the crowd was buzzing with discussions, Christine had no interest in being the center of attention.

She looked into Dailey's angry

feeling the force in his grip,

indicating his anger. Yet, pet

in in his eyes.

no emotion in his eyes.

What used to intrigue her now only annoyed her.

"Dailey, if you don't let go of me today, you're going to regret it."

Dailey couldn't stand those words, removing her hand from his mouth, "Let him go, I need to talk to you."

Christine scoffed, "Mr. Clarkson is

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contractor. Why should I listen to you?"

Dailey retorted, "Aren't you renting my shop? Doesn't that make you a contractor?"

With her free hand, Christine

casually flipped her hair, a smirk on

her face, "You can take your shop back. I'll have Jane look for another space."

Would Gregory be okay with that?

He'd definitely cause a fuss.

Though they call each other brothers, everyone knows Jane matters more to Gregory.

Anyone who crosses Jane would see Gregory turn on them in an instant.

But Dailey didn't want to miss tonight's opportunity. Having her pinned down meant he had to clear the air.

Otherwise, he might not get another chance.

And she surely wouldn't give him one.

"I have something serious to discuss."

He softened his tone, glancing at Merritt, "I'll have the room cleared. Let him go."