Lost Me Gained Regret



In places like this, the back rows are usually packed.

But the front? It's a different story. Plenty of empty seats.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

At first, Christine didn't even notice when someone took the seat next to her. The movie playing was right up her alley, and with snacks and drinks being passed around, she was all in.

Merritt was the first to catch on to Dailey's presence, but he wasn't about to make it known.

"Hey sis, want some jelly?" he whispered.

"Sure," Christine replied, always up for a snack while binge-watching her favorite shows. She'd skipped dinner, so the snacks were a welcome fill-in before hitting the gym to burn off the extra calories. No need to let the evening go to waste over a little indulgence.

But then, an unexpected spoiler showed up.

The jelly Merritt was handing over was snatched right from in front of her. Turning to see who would dare rob a stranger of their jelly in a private cinema late at night, Christine was momentarily taken aback by Dailey's almost-smirking expression.

Seeing Dailey in such a place was beyond her imagination.

"Ms. Jackson, staying up late and in good spirits, I see. Came all this way for some jelly?" Dailey quipped.

Christine, never one to let an annoyance slide without a comeback, had once restrained herself during her brief pursuit of Dailey. Even after his harsh words, she hadn't let their interactions escalate into full-blown arguments. After all, she was the one who approached him, so being cold-shouldered was expected.

But times had changed. She had made it clear that whatever was between them was over. If it weren't for mutual friends like Gregory and Jane, she'd rather not even share the same air with him.

Yet here he was, making snide remarks.

Was she supposed to just take it? Clearly not.

"Mr. Clarkson also seems to be enjoying himself, coming here alone to watch couples cuddle up."

"Could it be... Oh, I get it. It's that age-old problem, isn't it? Losing steam with the years," she teased, mimicking Nelly's tone, "Dai~"

Dailey knew he shouldn't have come.

He had avoided the tea house, accepting that was the end of whatever was between him and

Christine. Even their last friendly

exchange was just for Gregor

sake, not a means to clear up misunderstandings.

He had foolishly hoped, on bringing Nelly along, that Christine might confront him, giving him a chance to explain. Instead, they hadn't spoken, and soon after, she was getting cozy with someone else.

"Is there a rule that says you need a partner to come here?" Dailey retorted.

Coming from a family involved in both business and politics, Dailey was well-prepared for anything. He was known for his cool demeanor always having a plan or solution ready before a problem even arose. He knew what he wanted, in Both business and personal matters.

When Christine first made her move, he saw it as a fleeting flirtation. Not interested in playing games, he kept his distance. Now that she was clearly over him, it was exactly what he wanted-or so he thought. Yet, it left him feeling unexpectedly unsettled.

"I've never been here. Just curious. Is that a problem?" he asked.

Christine laughed, "Of course not, Mr. Clarkson. You're free to go wherever you please. No one's going to stop you."

But sharing the same space with Dailey was the last thing she wanted. With a smile, she left that parting shot and stood to leave with Merritt, who was collecting their uneaten snacks.

As Christine walked past him, Dailey, acting on impulse he didn't understand, grabbed her wrist and pulled her close into his embrace.