Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 882

"People seem to really enjoy these sorts of things nowadays. I often see them during live streams," Christine remarked casually as she sipped her drink.

Duke Northwood poured her a cup of barley tea. "When it comes to buying a home, it's not just any house that will do."

Christine nodded in agreement. She knew firsthand how challenging it was to purchase a place of her own. It had taken her quite some time to secure her cozy little apartment.

If it hadn't been for Jane's help, she might still be searching.

"Don't worry," Duke reassured her. "If I spot something promising this time, we'll integrate it with our brand. Once the word gets out, you'll be able to earn enough to buy your dream house."

"That sounds wonderful. I'm well aware of your brand's influence," Christine replied with a smile.

The two of them chatted merrily in the private dining room, their conversation filled with laughter and camaraderie.

Next door, however, the atmosphere was starkly different.

Libby, seemingly oblivious to the tension, continued to serve Dailey, peeling shrimp and placing them on his plate.

"I grew up in Cliffside Town," she said, reminiscing. "I had a persistent lung ailment and never quite adjusted to Vista Town's climate."

"This restaurant has been around for nearly a century. It's a Cliffside Town staple. Try this shrimp; it's different from what you get in Vista Town."

"It's simply poached, with no water or seasoning added. It's fresh and has a sweet aftertaste."

Libby chattered on, whether Dailey responded or not.

along the rim of his teacup, his face a mask of calmness, though

he excused himself to use the

he returned, he noticed his tea had been refilled. He drank it silently. Libby's eyes gleamed with determination. After yesterday's setback, today she was resolved to succeed. Ideally, she

and Duke Northwood had enjoyed a few drinks. Not quite ready to call it a

Duke went to settle the bill, Christine headed to the restroom. But before she could enter, she was

scent told her who it

hand away. She turned to scold him, but he silenced her with an

this again.

instinctively raised

Dailey

clutching

sank to the floor.

She

and

torn between concern

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him seriously? Would

ve use

it against her?

his foot. "Come on, stop pretending. I

silent, sweat beading on his

hadn't aimed for anything crucial, had

Christine crouched down and noticed his pallor. She