Lost Me Gained Regret



"Look, if you're expecting a ride from me, I'm sorry, but I'm swamped. I can, however, hail you a cab," said Christine, pressing her throbbing forehead, tired from the day's hassle.

"Why must it be like this?" Dailey murmured, more to himself than to her.

Christine couldn't help but laugh, not really in the mood to entertain the man's drunken babble. "So, Mr. Clarkson, do you wanna call the Uber yourself, or should I do the honors?"

For reasons unknown, Dailey, whose head was surely not screwed on right at that moment, asked, "Are you still in touch with Clarence?" Christine, ready to pick up her kid and hence her hair tied up for convenience, felt a rush of irritation and let her hair down with a flick. She glanced towards Jane's house, wondering if she should interrupt whatever was brewing there and have Gregory deal with Dailey. But then, considering Gregory's methods, she quickly dismissed that idea.

Pulling out her phone, she was about to order a cab when Clarence called. Talk about timing! She thought of letting Clarence take Dailey away. But before she could answer, her phone was snatched from her hand, and a shadow loomed over her.

Before she could react, she felt a soft, cool pressure on her lips.

Without a second thought, Christine slapped him hard across the face.

In the past, she had flirted with him, and if he had shown even a sliver of interest in her, she would have been open to a casual fling. But he remained cold and distant, never reciprocating her advances. Even at the airport, he had made his lack of interest crystal clear.

And she, knowing about his first love, had wisely shifted their relationship back to just friends.

So, this sudden kiss from him felt like an outright violation.

"If Mr. Clarkson is going to continue throwing a drunk tantrum around here, don't blame me for making you lose face."

Dailey had never been slapped before. Even though his family was strict, they never resorted to physical reprimand when he erred. He had his pride. Had it been from a woman he loved, maybe he could have accepted it. But between him and Christine, their relationship wasn't of that nature. Angered, he tossed Christine's phone onto the roof of the car and stormed off.

Christine grabbed her phone, unlocked her car, and drove off with the pedal to the metal.

...

Up on the balcony, I asked Gregory, "Aren't you going to have someone drive Dailey home?"

Gregory, wrapping an arm around me and leading me inside, closed the balcony door and drew the curtains. "The guy's a grown man, he'll manage. Let's get some sleep."

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But I couldn't sleep, concerned about Christine and curious about what was going on, "What's up with Dailey?"

Gregory, pinching my cheek, said, "You're still worried about Christine? Dailey getting slapped is a first. I reckon your friend won't come off worse in

this."

I rolled over, propped up on my elbows, and gazed at him.

Gregory sighed, amused, and gently pushed my head down, laying on his side to face me, "On that trip abroad, Dailey was too harsh. He's probably just looking for a chance to O apologize."

I huffed, “Is forcefully kissing how you guys apologize?"

Gregory didn't really want to delve into the matter of Dailey kissing Christine; it was unexpected yet not surprising.

If

f you like someone and don't say it, you deserve a slap, he thought.

"Are you fishing for info to give to Christine?"

I shook my head, “Chris said she wouldn't do anything to mess up a relationship. She's decided to move on, and I'm not going to play matchmaker." "Our Chris is stunning and doesn't lack for suitors, Dailey's just another guy."This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gregory could hear the unsaid words.

Clearly, I was pushing him to spill about the first love.

"The Clarkson family has its fingers in both politics and business, mainly politics, which means they have high expectations for Dailey's partner."

I blinked, guessing, “So, the first love comes from an ordinary background?"

Gregory nodded, "Yeah, she's the

daughter of the Clarkson family's chauffeur Interestingly, Dailey's mom really adored her, treated her like her own daughter, gave her everything she needed, except for one thing she couldn't have feelings for Dailey."