Lost Me Gained Regret



By the parking lot exit, a Jeep was parked sideways.

Dailey leaned against the hood, a cigarette smoldering between his slender fingers.

His indifferent gaze cut through the windshield, landing on Christine's face.

Christine didn't even glance his way, turned the steering wheel, and merged onto the main road, speeding away.

Primo couldn't fathom why the young master was out here so early, looking for trouble.

Dailey turned and got into the car.

Primo quickly got the hint, hopped into the passenger seat, and buckled up.

The next second, the car shot out like an arrow.

He hastily grabbed the handle to steady himself.

The black Jeep was quite noticeable even in the busy morning traffic.

Soon enough, Dailey caught up with Christine's car.

At a red light, he smoothly pulled up beside Christine.

In this cold weather, Dailey rolled down his window, casually resting his arm on the door, the watch on his wrist reflecting the cold light.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Merritt glanced over and asked Christine, "What's he doing, blocking you out this early?"

Christine kept her eyes on the road. "Blocking me for what? Maybe he's just on his way to work."

"But he..."

"He bought a house in my neighborhood, lives right across from me."

Christine cut him off, "Rich people problems."

Seeing Christine didn't want to talk about Dailey, Merritt closed his mouth.

After the green light, both cars accelerated almost simultaneously, driving side by side.

It wasn't until the road to the airport narrowed that Dailey moved ahead, trailing behind Christine.

"I won't walk you in. In a few days, once Jane has settled in, we'll head over together."

"Alright, I'll wait for you guys."

Merritt, with his luggage, entered the airport.

He glanced back at the Jeep behind Christine, giving her a bright smile and a wave.

Christine rolled down her window to wave back, waited for him to enter, then drove off.

She took a detour to her shop.

As she parked in the underground garage and got out, Dailey blocked her path.

She ignored him, walking to the side.

The man followed her step to the side.

Annoyed, Christine looked up to scold him but saw his gaze sharpen, his hand reaching out to lift her chin.

Her neck tensed, making the bruise there even more noticeable.

Dailey's eyes turned icy. "Did you sleep with him?"

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Trying to leave, Dailey grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

Christine kicked him. "What's gotten into you so early in the morning!"

"If you don't let go, I'm filing a harassment complaint."

Dailey kept staring at her neck, unmoved by her hits.

Exhausted from hitting, Christine yelled, "Let go!"

He didn't budge.

Out of breath, Christine spoke again, each word ground out through clenched teeth.

"Mr. Clarkson, did you forget? Need I remind you, you coldly told me yesterday you're marrying Nelly?"

At the mention of Nelly, Dailey let go.

This time, Christine was truly amused and angry.

She pushed Dailey away and headed for the elevator.

Arriving at her shop, the employees greeted her. Noticing the bruise on her neck, they exchanged knowing

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Standing in front of the mirror, Christine touched the bruise on her neck.

She swatted the teasing employee, "Keep your mind out of the

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neck."

"And, stop mentioning Dailey. We broke up."

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Back at the hospital, Jayne was waiting for Dailey.

"Can we talk?"

Dailey sat down next to Jayne.