Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 728

Seeing Dailey's figure nowhere in sight as she turned around, Christine felt a pang of sadness.

The elevator ascended, and Merritt chatted away, trying to distract her. She only half-listened, nursing a headache and responding with little enthusiasm. But Merritt didn't seem to mind; he was just happy to be there for her. He supported her back to her room, gently helped her sit on the couch, and went to make her a cup of honey lemon tea, a small gesture of care.

He then proceeded to make the bed for her, while he resigned himself to the couch in the living room, grabbing a blanket for himself.

Suddenly, Christine felt sobered up by the reality of their situation. "Merritt, I can't keep pretending," she said.

A long, heavy silence followed.

Merritt stood there, clutching his blanket, just looking at Christine. His eyes were filled with hurt.

Christine rubbed her face, "I appreciate everything you've done for me, and you've been really great, but we can't go any further. I don't want to lead you on."

"You're always in character for your job, let's not do that in real life. Just be yourself."

tighter, his lips

it seemed pointless.

maybe, just maybe, she would eventually fall for him. But deep down, he knew it was wishful

had approached him out of boredom, and he, eager for any connection, had played along with

was, from the moment he saw Christine, he was smitten. Not just by her looks

of his family's expectations for as long as he could remember, working tirelessly to pay for his education and his grandmother's medical bills. His youthful spark had dimmed early on, and just when he thought it might reignite, it was snuffed

one. You've had a long day, get some rest," he said, prepared to leave but feeling

rose to leave, but as

door, Merritt

her dress. "Do you think

is that it?" he

е

brief silence, his voice laden with unshed tears. "I couldn't protect you from Dailey, couldn't

right not to like me. There's nothing noteworthy

first met Merritt, she hadn't thought much of him. He was the one who had approached her, putting on the facade of a worldly man. It was amusing to her at the