Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 884
"I wanted to repay you before, but you refused. Now I see you were waiting for me here."
"Dailey, are you playing games with me?"
Dailey lifted his head, his dark eyes already brimming with deep desire. He was restraining himself so much that the veins on his
arms stood out. Yet this time, he wanted to ask for her consent.
"Do you really think so little of me?"
It wasn't that he was entirely unappealing, but there had been times when he ignored her wishes before.
"You could easily reach out to your men."
"Cliffside Town isn't my territory. There are people here who don't want me around."
Christine didn't want to delve into his business dealings, nor did she care to analyze them. She simply said, "I'm really not the
one to help you with this. Why don't you take a cold shower, and I'll get some cold medicine for you."
Dailey's gaze dropped slightly, looking almost pitiful. "Is it really that hard to help me out?"
Christine nodded. "I just don't think we should get involved again, even under pressing circumstances."
Dailey's mind flashed to the man who had his arm around her. Already fuming, the thought of losing control was looming.
"For your new love interest, is that it?"

Christine knew he was referring to Duke Northwood. Dailey had seen him wrapping an arm around her neck earlier. She didn't
bother to explain. "Yes."
Dailey was beyond reason now. All those days of pent-up frustration were like a dormant volcano ready to erupt, and everything
in its path was scalding. Christine recoiled from the heat, desperately trying to push him away, but it was no use. He tore her
clothes apart.
"Dailey, I'll hate you for this."
"Hate me then," Dailey said, clutching her tightly. "Just don't forget me."

Christine shivered and bit down on his shoulder in anger. Dailey's movements only intensified. Christine couldn't help but let out
a sound that made her flush with shame.
...
...
Meanwhile, Duke Northwood, having
been knocked out, was safely
delivered to his home. Back at the
restaurant, Libby had trashed the
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private room in a fit of rage, shedding her usual demure demeanor. Quinn stood guard at the door, nonchalantly eatingpa

sausage, unfazed by her tantrum. He didn't have to deal with this crazy woman since he hadn't lost at
rock-paper-scissors.
Bijan Trey, after dropping Duke off, headed out for a night of drinks and street food, thoroughly enjoying himself. Greg kept watch
outside.
Christine's room, tappinenet
an electronic prayer bead,
away on
maintaining his zen. Everything would settle after the stormy hotel scene.
Dailey emerged from the room, disheveled. Finn handed him a coat. Dailey put it
on and headed to the restaurant, leaving Finn to stand guard.
Libby, having smashed everything she could, turned to the door. Her hands were swollen, and no one

came to open it. Just as she was et
about to break down, the door swung open. Dailey entered before she could compose herself or hide her emotions. The forced
change left her face a bit twisted.
"Aah, Dailey."
Dailey pulled out a chair and sat down. Quinn ordered a pot of hot water and poured Dailey a cup. Dailey sipped his tea slowly,
saying nothing.
Libby quickly fixed her appearance, putting on her well-practiced, graceful smile. "Dai, where did you go? I got locked in this
place and couldn't find you. I got anxious and lost my temper."
Dailey finished his tea and leaned back in his chair, lifting his gaze coldly to her. His thin lips parted, releasing words coated in
ice.
"This is the second time."