Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 890
Christine was still fuming, but she knew Dailey wasn't completely off his rocker. He wasn't about to go on a murderous spree. He
just didn't want her to reach Duke Northwood that night.
"Fine," she thought, "I'll call him tomorrow."
But she didn't expect Duke Northwood to call her first thing in the morning.
"Are you okay?" they both blurted out at the same time, laughing at the synchronicity.
Duke sounded bewildered. "Do you know what happened to me?"
"I was just settling the bill last night when two big guys in black suits hustled me into a car. Next thing I knew, I was out cold," he
recounted. "I woke up this morning, found I'd spent the night on a hard floor, my neck's all kinked, and I think I'm catching a cold.
Achoo!"
Christine silently cursed Dailey. Really, he couldn't even put the guy on a bed?
"A friend of mine, he's a bit... intense. I'm sorry you got caught up in this," she explained.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Duke asked, sniffling.
"Ex-boyfriend," Christine admitted, not bothering to hide it. "Let me take you to the hospital, and then you can join me for a gala

tonight."
"What kind of gala?"
"The kind that could be beneficial for you."
"I'm not sick enough to skip out on a good opportunity," Duke replied, "but I'll take some medicine. No need to come over. A
cold's nothing compared to making money."
"Just make sure you're in shape for tonight."
"I will be. I never drop the ball when it counts. Are you okay, though?"
Christine pressed her temples. She knew the situation with Dailey was too complicated to explain right now. "I'm fine."

"Glad to hear it."
As soon as she hung up, she heard the swipe of a key card and a tall, imposing figure entered the room, his expression cool and
detached.
"Mr. Clarkson," she said icily, "last night you were all about needing my help on unfamiliar turf. Now you're walking around this
hotel as if you own it, barging into other people's rooms."
"I'm not in other people's rooms," he replied, with the unspoken implication: only yours.
Christine couldn't be bothered to argue, flipping over to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
Dailey noticed the unopened ointment on the nightstand. "You didn't use the medicine?"
She ignored him until a cool hand snaked under the blanket to grip her leg, causing her to jump up. "You..."

"I'm sick," he interrupted before she could finish, nearly choking her with frustration.
She glared at him. He chuckled, "So, should I help you with the ointment, or will you lie down and let me?"
"I want you to leave."
"Can't do that, I'm afraid," he said, undeterred as he approached her.
Christine scrambled to the other side of the bed, and they ended up in a little standoff, moving side to side.
Seeing her like this, Dailey seemed
convinced she was alright. He
tossed the ointment onto the coffee
table. "So, breakfast downstairs, a
taste of the local cuisine, or
something simple here?"
Christine was baffled. Why was he acting like they hadn't broken up, treating her

like his girlfriend with such casual ease?
"As long as it's not with you. Seeing you makes me lose my appetite."
"We were careful last night," Dailey remarked, catching her off guard.
It took her a moment to catch his drift, and when she did, she hurled a pillow at him. "Get your head checked! Even if you hadn't
been careful, I wouldn't be having morning sickness today!"
He caught the pillow effortlessly, tossing it aside. Before she could react, he
flipped over the bed, grabbing her in a hug.
And then he had the audacity to kiss her!
Christine stomped on his foot in retaliation.