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..."

see you're hurting her? Her eyes are red from pain. Just let

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

"What if she moved on before breaking up with

how do you know he's not just a suitor? It's normal for a beautiful woman like her to have

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

the crowd was buzzing with discussions, Christine had

looked into

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in

intrigue her now

of me today, you're going

removing her hand from his mouth,

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

contractor. Why should me

you?"

renting my shop? Doesn't that make you

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