Chapter 693

Christine wasn’t one to beat around the bush. She believed in being forthright.

“If you can’t handle the game, best not play,” she thought, not wanting any future misunderstandings.

Yet she didn’t speak her mind. Instead, she suggested, “There’s this indie cinema nearby. Let’s check it out.”

Merritt trailed behind Christine as they crossed the street, his eyes downturned, “Sorry, Chris. I just wanted to bring you some snacks, didn’t mean to intrude.”

“If I’ve taken up your time, I’ll make it up to you,” he offered.

Christine laughed, feeling the evening’s chill. She had thrown on a casual jacket and pulled it closer, asking, “And how would you do that?”

“…”

Merritt moved closer, “Whatever you want, I’m here for it.”

Christine looped her arm through his, “Next time, just call before doing these surprise visits.”

Merritt suppressed his joy, looking a bit hurt, “I thought you’d find it bothersome, that’s why I didn’t call. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again. Just don’t hate me, please.” Christine knew his words were more about tactics than feelings.

she loved hearing them

were intoxicating,

blunt, harsh words of some jerk that made her

didn’t matter. She had

a call next time. I

smiled, “Your wish is

happy, that’s all that

anything to keep you smiling,

Dailey detested hospital stays.

fluids, he insisted on going home. Clarence couldn’t

you get so sick?” she asked, her voice quivering, tears welling up but not falling, “It’s my fault. should’ve seen something was wrong and accompanied

she dabbed at a tear that threatened to fall, gently blowing on the cotton ball still on his arm from the

bleeding, Dai. I’ll get a nurse

his arm away, his voice soft and slightly hoarse

“Make

you can’t leave the hospital yet. You still have a fever. If you insist on leaving

able to sleep

fine. I have medication at home. And you,

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