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.

hearing them

were

blunt, harsh words of some jerk that made her skin

or not didn’t matter. She had no

just give me a call next

smiled, “Your

long as you’re happy, that’s

you smiling,

Dailey detested hospital stays.

better after some IV fluids, he insisted on going

so sick?” she asked, her voice quivering, tears welling up but not falling, “It’s my

dabbed at a tear that threatened to fall, gently blowing on

I’ll get a

his arm away, his voice soft and

“Make sure she gets home

You still have a fever. If you insist on leaving then I have

able to sleep otherwise, worrying about

and quiet, “I’ll be fine. I have medication at home. And

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