Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 894
Cliffside Town, while slightly warmer than Vista Town, was still susceptible to the occasional snowfall as the year-end
approached.
"Is it cold here?" Christine asked.
Finn dared not disagree. He obediently turned on the heater.
"Set it to 78 degrees," she instructed.
Christine fanned herself, trying to hide her discomfort. "Your car's not very comfortable; it's stuffy."
Finn couldn't argue; he noticed there wasn't even a partition.
Dailey chuckled lightly, "Alright, we'll get a different one."
...
Christine was taken to a private styling studio.
Without hesitation, she chose a red dress. But Dailey, noticing the low-cut back, instructed the stylist, "Add a shawl. It's chilly."
The stylist hesitated, "Mr. Clarkson, the dress is designed to showcase the butterfly lace at the back and the subtle waistline..."
Meeting Dailey's steely gaze, the stylist fell silent. Though Dailey wasn't a local, he was well-connected with the town's influential

figures. Their studio was funded by The Hawthornes, who had explicitly instructed them to treat Dailey and his wife with utmost
care.
"No need for a shawl," Christine insisted, spinning in front of a full-length mirror. "Please, style my hair up to show off the back of
this dress."
Dailey's lips tightened slightly.
The stylist hesitated, looking between them.
Christine asserted, "Don't mind him. It's my dress, my rules." She settled into the chair, "And for the makeup, go for a vintage
look, but nothing too bold. It's someone else's party; I don't want to outshine the hosts."

"Of course, right away," the stylist responded, getting to work.
When he finished, he looked at her in awe. "Haye considered you
l.ne
modeling? Or perhaps being a stylist consultant here? You have a natural gift for this."
Christine adjusted her dress and smiled, "I just know what suits me. Being a consultant might be a bit beyond my reach."
Before he could say more, Dailey's icy stare sent him scurrying away.
Christine selected a clutch, then twirled in front of Dailey, mischievously batting her sparkling eyelids at him.
The shimmer in her eye shadow caught the light like stars, drawing his gaze despite himself. But Dailey's jaw remained set, his

expression unreadable.
Christine, however, was in high spirits as she walked out.
This time, Quinn was driving, and she quickly noticed the car had been replaced. The cool air inside was a relief.
Christine shivered involuntarily, and a moment later, a man's blazer was draped over her shoulders.
Dailey's expression was calm, though a hint of smugness tinged his voice. "I knew you'd get cold."
Christine rolled her eyes, "In this freezing weather, you keep the air conditioning at sixty degrees with the fan blasting, and you
think I wouldn't be cold?"
Quinn was taken aback. Wasn't it Finn who said the old car's AC wasn't functioning well, leading Ms. Jackson to feel overheated,
prompting the switch?
The whims of women were indeed inscrutable.
"Raise the temperature," Quinn quickly adjusted the settings and discreetly raised the partition.
Christine sighed. "Like boss like employee, both a bit peculiar."
Dailey nodded in agreement, "You're absolutely right."

...
When they arrived at the venue,
Christine removed the blazer as she stepped out of the car. But as soon as she steadied herself outside, Dailey placed it back on
her
shoulders.
She was about to protest when Dailey interjected, "As you age, you need to be
more cautious. You wouldn't want a frozen shoulder."