Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 724

The sound of bones cracking could be heard distinctly in the air.

But Dailey didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. Instead, he gripped Merritt's hand tighter and twisted it forcefully.

Merritt, struggling to keep silent, turned red in the face, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Dailey, on the other hand, even though his fingers were slightly twisted and his forearm bore scratches from Merritt, remained stoic. "This is none of your business," he said coolly.

The sound of a slap echoed, freezing everyone in place.

Except for Christine.

She shook her hand out, her gaze icy as she looked at Dailey, "I hope that slap gives Mr. Clarkson a clear message."

Dailey's face registered shock as he released Merritt, and rubbed the cheek that had been slapped.

Now, with one side still bearing scratches and the other marked by a slap, his face had become oddly symmetrical. "Dai!"

Nelly stepped forward, her voice laced with concern, "It's swollen. Does it hurt a lot?"

While speaking, she took Dailey by the arm, "Let's go over there. I'll get some ice for that."

Dailey didn't move, his gaze fixed on Christine.

Christine tried to pull her arm away, but his grip was firm.

Her patience was wearing thin.

"Dailey, you're really devaluing yourself with this behavior."

...

At the hotel.

got Mira

I was about to get up, I

"Honey..."

how he finds

about

was changing the subject, his lips lingering at my

avoid him, "We agreed, remember? Dinner the night after our wedding, but we couldn't because Nelly was in the hospital. Well, everyone's here

wandering

finish a sentence

to you... Gregory! Don't... No,

...

the sea breeze

to be covered by his larger one, our fingers

swr

"Eee-yah-"

sound from Mira hit the pause button

I pulled away from Gregory

awake, playing with her little feet, surprisingly quiet and not fussing at

me, making sounds as if trying to

heart melted instantly. After giving her a quick peck, I hurried to

Gregory was

stepped aside with a cough, feeling a bit guilty, "Mom texted, asking about dinner." Gregory just

unhappy with the

really couldn't take

we couldn't just brush it off. I planned to have

be addressed immediately, not

baby

making sure he was dressed, I handed Mira to him and went to

was already waiting by the door. She paused upon seeing us, then reached out, "Let me hold

okay, Mom. I got her," Gregory said, heading towards the

asked me in a low

"Don't worry, I've got