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 eyes are red

because you're strong doesn't give you the

she moved on before breaking up with him?

talk nonsense, how do you know he's not just a suitor? It's normal for

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

with discussions, Christine had no interest

looked into

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in his

intrigue her now only

go of

stand those words, removing her hand from his mouth, "Let him

used to calling the shots,

contractor. Why should me

you?"

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

flipped her hair, a smirk on her face, "You can take your shop back. I'll have Jane