Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 711



Dailey was totally zoned out, not catching a bit of what she said initially and barely grasping the gist towards the end.

He thought he caught the word "up" somewhere in her mumble.

Pressing down on her fidgeting hand, he spoke again, his voice now husky with a tinge of desire.

"If you'd just speak clearly, we wouldn't be in this situation."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Oh, so now it's her fault?

Christine, feeling mischievous, bit down lightly on his Adam's apple.

Dailey's grip on her waist tightened suddenly, causing her to hiss in pain.

Annoyed, she demanded, "Let go."

Instead, Dailey pulled her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder with a sigh that seemed helpless but to Christine, sounded suspiciously pleased.

"If you keep this up, I'll take it as you've forgiven me, and that you still like me."

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Listen to that nonsense. No wonder they say people from his background are both politicians and businessmen.

After mentally cursing him, Christine replied, adopting his line of reasoning, "I get it, Mr. Clarkson. You just love the thrill of me chasing after you, no matter how you hurt me, I'm supposed to come running back, right?"

Dailey paused, then creating a bit of distance between them, looked into her eyes seriously, "I know I said things that hurt you, and I was wrong. I know saying sorry doesn't cut it. Words are like spilled water, you can't take them back. So, go ahead, lash out at me, say the harshest thing you can think of."

"I'll take it."

Christine's eyes sparkled with mischief, her gaze taunting like a siren's call, utterly captivating.

"Anything harsh?" she challenged.

A grunt was all Dailey managed in response.

Christine smirked, each word deliberate, "You. Don't. Measure. Up."

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Seeing Dailey's expression churn with emotions, Christine felt a surge of satisfaction.

"A man who can't even handle this, what are you whining about? Personally, I prefer guys who are... more capable. Sorry, Mr. Clarkson, age has caught up with

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Dailey clenched his teeth, holding her down as she tried to get up, "You weren't saying that when you were all over me."

"You said I had a strong nose, long fingers, well-defined muscles, smooth lines, and a sharp jawline that screamed 'capable.""

Indeed, Christine had said that, and she chuckled in response, "Flirting is just a game of words, Mr. Clarkson. Don't take it to heart."

Dailey's grip tightened slightly, "You say this to everyone?"

Christine flipped her hair, "Of course. It's the same lines for everyone. It's all about who takes the bait."

Then, teasingly lifting his chin, she

added, "Anyway, Mr. Clarkson, I've wasted enough time here. I've got other things to do, so I'll be leaving you now."

But Dailey's grip remained firm.

Christine's smile faded a little, "If you're that bored, go find your Nelly."

Dailey was momentarily confused, "What?"

Christine realized she might have misunderstood something, her smile completely fading away.

Feeding each other pie, sharing soup, those intimate "Dai" calls, and those syrupy gazes... And now he's playing dumb?

Though Christine loved to play, she had her principles.

She wasn't about to meddle with someone who was taken.

Seeing was believing, and no amount of his sweet-talking could change her mind.

"I don't care whether you have someone or not. I've made myself clear to Mr. Clarkson."

"I was interested in you, flirted a bit, but now? I'm interested in someone else, I... Mmph!"

Dailey's kiss came out of nowhere,

leaving Christine stunned. But it took her just a moment to react, and the

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badass than a kiss.