Chapter 875

Dailey spoke with indifference, "You're going to Africa."

With that, he strode out of the room.

Primo didn't even have time to ask why.

Quinn stepped in to replace Primo and drove Dailey back to his place.

The commotion had left Dailey's clothes sticking to his wounds.

Quinn was carefully tending to them.

Just as he was about to apply some ointment, the doorbell rang.

Not many people knew where Dailey lived, so visitors were rare.

Dailey gestured for Quinn to answer the door.

Quinn opened it and was momentarily stunned to see who it was. Remembering what happened to Primo, he dared not speak or move.

When Dailey noticed Quinn hadn't returned for a while, he got up to investigate.

He came face to face with Christine.

There was no need to guess; Gregory must have helped her get up here.

"I thought I made myself very clear," Dailey said.

Christine hadn't even washed her face; she had rushed to buy Dailey's favorite food.

It wasn't that she wanted to reconcile—she just felt an overwhelming sadness and guilt. Perhaps when Dailey's wounds healed, her guilt would too.

"You can't have spicy seafood now, so I got something sweet and sour for you. Your favorite sweet and sour pork."

Dailey blocked her at the door, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Christine, what do you want?"

Christine set the food down in the entryway, "Just bringing you some food. If you don't want to see me, I'll go. But remember to eat."

"And about your injury... if Quinn is too rough, I could—"

"Christine."

His voice turned even colder. "You wanted the breakup. I let you go. Don't push your luck."

Christine left.

hiding behind the door, didn't dare to speak or

to the food on the

a hand with pronounced

rubbed his

A futile act.

...

her things to move back to her own small

gloomy expression. "Did Dailey give you a hard time?" Christine shook her head. "It's my fault. Even though he got hurt saving me, I wanted to take care of him. But I forgot-I was the one who insisted on the breakup, who said all those harsh things to make him

his medical bills. There's no need for me

to you, sounding all

should be like they're dead. He saved me, so I should treat him

a debutante and

but didn't

hugged her. "You're the

...

late January, a heavy

they'd seen snow this deep, reaching

was already decked out for the

standing out against

red plums on

snowy landscape.

and Jane visited their company to hand

staff, the

back to Elmwood

playfully put some snow on Mira's face, causing her to wrinkle

she just patted

turned to Jane and joked, "Mira is so much like Gregory. When she frowns, she looks like she's about to lay down the

had also noticed Mira was taking

little girl smiled sweetly but was already up to mischief in her

teased Christine, "If you ever have a son and he dates my daughter, he's bound to

should be managed by their wives anyway." After some effort, they crafted a sizable

hand to make a nose for the

grapes for eyes, while Jane wrapped a scarf around it,

as a backdrop, the four women

asked Bella, "Bella, are you and

design your wedding

head with a smile, "At our age, a wedding doesn't seem necessary. We'll just get the

disagreed, nibbling on a roasted orange. "Love knows no age. A

have a simple ceremony. It's your first

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