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..."

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

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

opinion, "What if she moved on before breaking up with

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

use if he's violent? I support her choice not

Christine had no interest in being the center

into Dailey's

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in his

to intrigue her now only annoyed

don't let go of me today, you're

his

calling the shots, but I'm neither

contractor. Why should me

you?"

"Aren't you renting my shop?

Christine casually flipped her hair, a smirk on her face, "You