Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 806

Christine arched an eyebrow, "That's the point, isn't it? He likes me, feels guilty about it, wants to apologize. So, by that logic, he must want to tell me the truth."

Jane nodded in agreement, "But as things stand, just one person's word isn't enough. We need both Nelly and Merritt's stories to match up completely before we can confront Nelly." "At least we have a direction for our investigation now."

"That's true."

Christine swung her legs off the couch, "Let's grill them over dinner."

Jane stood up too, glancing at her phone, "They've gone out for drinks."

Christine just hummed in response, heading out of the bedroom.

Merritt emerged from the kitchen, greeting them with a sheepish smile, "Sis, Jane, dinner's ready."

Jane eyed the table set with a mix of meat and vegetables, appetizing in both appearance and aroma.

Whispering to Christine, she remarked, "He's really put effort into this, even if, unfortunately, feelings aren't something you can control."

Christine passed her a fork, "We're here now, might as well give it a try."

Jane, not particularly hungry, picked at the salad somewhat disinterestedly.

Christine, famished, went straight for a chicken leg.

Merritt sat opposite them, ladling soup into their bowls.

"To Jane, Chrissy prefers a lighter touch, so I went easy on the salt in the soup. If it's not to your taste, I've got salt here; feel free to add as you like." "It's fine."

offered a polite smile, "I've been eating light since the kids were

it

up by offering her more veggies, "Then have some

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come intending to tell Christine the

spilling the beans would only

unless Dailey cleared the air, speaking up would

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he stood, walked to

door shut behind him, leaving Christine and Jane exchanging

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