Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 890

Christine was still fuming, but she knew Dailey wasn't completely off his rocker. He wasn't about to go on a murderous spree. He just didn't want her to reach Duke Northwood that night.

"Fine," she thought, "I'll call him tomorrow."

But she didn't expect Duke Northwood to call her first thing in the morning.

"Are you okay?" they both blurted out at the same time, laughing at the synchronicity.

Duke sounded bewildered. "Do you know what happened to me?"

"I was just settling the bill last night when two big guys in black suits hustled me into a car. Next thing I knew, I was out cold," he recounted. "I woke up this morning, found I'd spent the night on a hard floor, my neck's all kinked, and I think I'm catching a cold. Achoo!"

Christine silently cursed Dailey. Really, he couldn't even put the guy on a bed?

"A friend of mine, he's a bit... intense. I'm sorry you got caught up in this," she explained.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Duke asked, sniffling.

"Ex-boyfriend," Christine admitted, not bothering to hide it. "Let me take you to the hospital, and then you can join me for a gala tonight."

"What kind of gala?"

kind that could be beneficial

good opportunity," Duke replied, "but I'll take some medicine. No need to

you're in shape

be. I never drop the ball

situation with Dailey was too complicated to explain right now. "I'm

"Glad to hear it."

she hung up, she heard the swipe of a key card and a tall, imposing figure entered the room, his expression cool

icily, "last night you were all about needing my help on unfamiliar turf. Now

other people's rooms," he replied, with the unspoken

argue, flipping over to catch a

the unopened ointment on the nightstand. "You didn't

him until a cool hand snaked under the blanket to grip her leg,

interrupted before she could finish, nearly

help you with the

want you

that, I'm afraid," he said, undeterred as he

the bed, and they ended up in a little standoff, moving side

her like this,

was alright.

the ointment

"So, breakfast