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..."

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

just because you're strong doesn't

necessarily," another voiced a different opinion, "What if she moved on before breaking up with

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

the use if

had no interest in being the center of

looked into

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

in his

intrigue her now

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

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

calling the shots,

contractor. Why should me

you?"

renting my shop? Doesn't that

her hair, a smirk on her face, "You can take your