Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 813

Christine's annoyance bubbled up to a near-boiling point the moment she caught sight of Primo through the video doorbell again, prompting her to curse under her breath. She had zero intention of dealing with him, yet the doorbell insisted, its chimes echoing persistently. Reluctantly, she dialed security to inquire about the situation, only to be met with a shocking revelation.

"He moved into my neighborhood?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," came the reply, stirring a surge of frustration that shot straight to her temples, aggravating a throbbing headache she thought she had under control.

"He's living right across from me?!" Christine couldn't hide her disbelief.

The security team, equally taken aback by the unfolding events, sympathized with her plight. "Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry, but now that he's a homeowner, we can't just force him out. If he keeps bothering you, I'd suggest calling the police, or I can call them for you if you'd prefer."

door to confront Primo directly. "Where's Dailey?" were the first words she fired off as she made her way across to confront

knocked on with such force it nearly resulted in an accidental slap to the face when he answered. Without a

Jackson, especially since we've gone our separate ways." Christine eyed his dark robe, noting his dry hair and the effort he put into appearing nonchalant. "Mr. Clarkson, let's not cling to what's over. Your being here only makes me want to distance myself further." Unruffled on the surface, Dailey's grip on the robe's tie betrayed his

wasn't entirely indifferent to him, Christine knew all too well the complications of living so close to a former lover The thought of constantly running into him was unbearable, not to

find a new place to live, away from the remnants of their shared past in her current home. "Perhaps Mr. Clarkson should consider seeing a psychiatrist. Delusions

a serious matter," she quipped

back to her apartment.

but instead invited him to stay for a movie. Later, they left together, Christine carrying a black backpack filled with essentials, careful to avoid giving Dailey any hint of her departure. Primo, having witnessed their exit, rushed to inform

dropping