Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 892
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He seemed to hear her thoughts, replying, "I only tell you."
Christine nudged him. "Go sit across from me."
"Wouldn't sitting beside me make it even harder for you to eat?"
Sitting next to him, with his hands constantly moving, made it even harder to enjoy her meal.
"Just sit across from me."
Dailey obliged.
He stood up, moved to the opposite seat, and served her a bowl of hot and sour
soup.
"Use a straw for the dumplings, so you don't burn yourself."
This breakfast was a mix of flavors-sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.
Christine didn't want to spend more time with Dailey and planned to discuss
heritage fashion with Duke Northwood.
But Dailey simply ushered her into the car.
Unable to escape, she turned her back to him in silent protest.
Dailey didn't bother her, merely sat beside her, absorbed in his tablet.
It was the latest work schedule.
In the front, Finn and Quinn exchanged a knowing glance.
Quinn took a turn without slowing down.

Christine tumbled into Dailey's arms.
As soon as the car steadied, she quickly sat back up, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Like master, like servant."
Both Quinn and Finn sensed danger, fearing they'd be sent away like Primo.
But then they heard their young master hum in agreement.
"You're right."
A lovesick fool, utterly lovesick.
Such a sharp mind, yet so consumed by romance!
Christine felt communication with Dailey was impossible now.
His responses made her feel like she was punching a pillow.
Frustrated and unwilling to continue, she watched the cityscape blur by, noticing the streets became less crowded.
They were approaching a more secluded area.
"You're not planning to sell me off, are you?"
"Couldn't bear to."
II
Christine, oh Christine, can't you keep that mouth of yours shut?
Must you speak?
When the car stopped, she bolted out, eager to escape the awkwardness.
Dailey chuckled softly.
He got out, came around, and naturally took her hand.

Christine let him lead her into a courtyard.
Inside, many people in traditional costumes were embroidering.
She gasped at the finished embroidery depicting a phoenix.
Not a single loose thread was
visible; both sides were flawless, and ffferent angles, the phoenix seemed almost alive.
Astonishing.

Imagining this kind of work on Janedream's garments, worn by celebrities on international
carpets, would be breath redenet
"Want to try on some clothes?"
Dailey bent down, whispering in her ear.
Christine hadn't expected Dailey to bring her here, and the little
resentment she felt towards bel
melted away.
"Can I?"
"Of course."
With a wave of his hand, someone came to help her change and style her hair.
Seeing her reflection, she felt transported to another era.
The traditional clothes were stunning.
She loved them.
Quickly, she snapped a picture to share with Jane.

Jane replied, "I wish I'd gone with you."
"Don't worry, next time we'll go together. Now I know the ropes, I'll show you
around."
"Great."
Picking up her bag, she almost bumped into Dailey's intense gaze.
It was filled with pure admiration.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Dailey approached, circling her once.
"Beautiful."
II
Christine hurriedly dashed out.
But the heavy outfit slowed her down, and he easily caught up, saying, "You can
try embroidery too."
Christine looked up at him, surprised.
Dailey, feeling a bit flattered, chuckled lightly, "Falling for me again?"