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..."

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

agreed, "Exactly, just because you're strong doesn't give

another voiced a different opinion, "What if she moved

just a suitor? It's

dazzled by his looks; what's the use if he's

was buzzing with discussions, Christine had no interest in being the center

looked into

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in his

used to intrigue her

go of me today, you're going to

couldn't stand those words, removing her hand from his mouth, "Let him go, I need

used to calling the shots, but I'm neither your employee

contractor. Why should me

you?"

"Aren't you renting my shop?

hair, a smirk on her face, "You