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..."

can't you see you're hurting her? Her eyes are red from pain. Just let

just because you're strong doesn't

she moved on before breaking up

suitor? It's normal for

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

the crowd was buzzing with discussions, Christine had no interest in

into Dailey's

feeling

force in his grip,

his anger. Yet,

emotion in

to intrigue her

of me today, you're going to

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

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

contractor. Why should me

you?"

shop? Doesn't that make you

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