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?"

that could

opportunity," Duke replied, "but I'll take some medicine. No need to come over. A cold's

make sure you're

will be. I never drop the ball

the situation with Dailey was

"Glad to hear it."

up, she heard the swipe of a key card and a tall, imposing figure

help on unfamiliar turf. Now you're walking around this hotel as if you own

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

argue, flipping over to catch a few more minutes of

on the nightstand. "You

under the blanket to grip her leg, causing her to jump up.

before she could

I help you with the ointment,

want you

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

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

her like

she was

the ointment onto

"So, breakfast downstairs,