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..."

onlookers, a young girl spoke up, "Dude, can't you see you're hurting

strong doesn't give you

another voiced a different opinion, "What if she moved on before breaking up

know he's not just a suitor?

use if he's violent? I

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

into Dailey's

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

emotion in

her

let go of me

removing her hand from his

calling the shots, but I'm neither your employee nor

contractor. Why should me

you?"

"Aren't you renting my shop? Doesn't that make you a

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