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

food on the table. "Throw

as instructed, but a hand with pronounced

rubbed his nose

A futile act.

...

her things

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

pay for his medical bills. There's no need for

chuckled, "Listen to you, sounding

He saved me, so I should treat him like a Good Samaritan-give him medical expenses,

if he's dating a debutante

felt a slight twinge of jealousy in Christine's words but didn't mention

hugged her. "You're the

...

January, a heavy snowfall

seen snow this deep, reaching

out for

out against

snow-like red

snowy landscape.

and Jane visited their company to hand out gifts and year-end

staff, the bonuses were

lunch at the mall before heading back to

Mira's face, causing her to wrinkle her nose from

just patted Christine

turned to Jane and joked, "Mira is so much like Gregory. When she frowns, she looks

also noticed Mira was

girl smiled sweetly but was already up to

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

"Men should be managed by their wives

a carrot, guiding her hand to make a nose for

wrapped

backdrop, the four women gathered on the

are you and

design

doesn't seem necessary. We'll just get the paperwork done after New Year's and maybe have

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

simple ceremony. It's your first

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