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..."

spoke up, "Dude, can't you see you're hurting her? Her

because you're strong doesn't give you the right to bully

opinion, "What if she moved

he's not just a suitor? It's normal for a

get dazzled by his looks; what's the use if he's violent? I support

had no interest in being the

into

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in

intrigue her now

of me today, you're going to regret

words, removing her hand from his mouth, "Let him go,

to calling the shots, but

contractor. Why should me

you?"

shop? Doesn't that make

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