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?

because you're strong doesn't give

if she moved

do you know he's not just a suitor? It's

his looks; what's the use if he's violent? I support her

was buzzing with discussions, Christine had no interest in being

into

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in his

used to intrigue her now only

go of me

hand from his mouth, "Let him go, I need

is used to calling the shots, but

contractor. Why should me

you?"

retorted, "Aren't you renting my shop?

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