Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 833

By the parking lot exit, a Jeep was parked sideways.

Dailey leaned against the hood, a cigarette smoldering between his slender fingers.

His indifferent gaze cut through the windshield, landing on Christine's face.

Christine didn't even glance his way, turned the steering wheel, and merged onto the main road, speeding away.

Primo couldn't fathom why the young master was out here so early, looking for trouble.

Dailey turned and got into the car.

Primo quickly got the hint, hopped into the passenger seat, and buckled up.

The next second, the car shot out like an arrow.

He hastily grabbed the handle to steady himself.

The black Jeep was quite noticeable even in the busy morning traffic.

Soon enough, Dailey caught up with Christine's car.

At a red light, he smoothly pulled up beside Christine.

In this cold weather, Dailey rolled down his window, casually resting his arm on the door, the watch on his wrist reflecting the cold light.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Merritt glanced over and asked Christine, "What's he doing, blocking you out this early?"

Christine kept her eyes on the road. "Blocking me for what? Maybe he's just on his way to work."

"But he..."

bought a house in my neighborhood, lives

him off, "Rich people

talk about Dailey,

accelerated almost simultaneously,

until the road to the airport narrowed that Dailey

days, once Jane

wait for you

luggage, entered the

Christine,

down her window to wave back, waited for him to enter, then drove off. She took a detour to her

she parked in the underground garage

walking to the

man followed her step to the

saw his gaze sharpen, his hand reaching out

tensed, making the bruise there

icy. "Did you sleep with

back,

hand

st's

coldly responding,

none of your business

her arm, pulling her back. Christine kicked him. "What's gotten into you so

don't let go, I'm

at her neck, unmoved by

from hitting, Christine

He didn't budge.

again, each word

forget? Need I remind you, you coldly told me