Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 812

"Ms. Jackson, just accept this meal and I'll be on my way," he insisted, standing firm outside her door.

Christine was at her wit's end, "Keep this up, and I'm calling the cops."

Primo shrugged, nonchalant. "Do whatever you feel necessary, Ms. Jackson. But please, take the food. It won't taste as good once it gets cold." Silence.

Christine didn't want to deal with this anymore. "Fine, I'll take it this time. But this is the last time, or we're really going to end up at the police station." For Primo, it was a small victory.

"Alright, just open the door."

Christine reluctantly opened the door, took the meal, and slammed it shut.

She really didn't want to eat it, feeling it was a waste to throw it away.

After some thought, she called someone over.

Primo quickly reported back to Dailey, "Sir, Ms. Jackson requested an in-home massage."

Dailey stayed in his dark room, curtains drawn.

The meal he sent was from her favorite restaurant, an attempt to win her over without resorting to his own cooking skills.

In the dim light, his voice rasped, "Male or female?"

"Male."

dim light flickered before fading

Primo return, without

Primo was puzzled.

That's it?

therapist arrived, equally

"What did you say?"

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want

hair, "Got to have energy for that,

Silence.

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teasing; she wasn't up for a massage anyway. "Don't worry, no bad review. I just

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