Lost Me Gained Regret

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When Dailey's grandfather, old man Caldwell Clarkson, found out about the situation, he decided to send the boy abroad, claiming it was to broaden his horizons and learn a thing or two.

"Actually..." Greg patted my head, "You get it, right?"

"So,"

I reached out and tapped Greg's chiseled jaw, "It's this kind of story that sticks with you, huh?"

Greg gave me a sideways glance, "So, what? You've figured Dailey and his first love are a lost cause, and now you plan to play matchmaker with him and Christine?"

"Not exactly. It's all up to Chris."

I pulled my hand back, "I just think it's a shame to miss out on something good over a misunderstanding."

"Playing word games with me, huh?"

Greg leaned in and brushed his nose against mine, "I've spilled the beans. What's my reward?"

I pushed him back before he could get any closer, "I haven't finished asking my questions."

Greg let out a hum, his hands not stopping, "Ask away."

I held his hand, speaking seriously, "Doesn't this mean Chris isn't 'worthy' of entering the Clarkson's grand doors either?"

Nowadays, Janedream, as a company Chris co-founded, was thriving, making money hand over fist.

But for a family like Dailey's, it wasn't just about the money. And to them, Janedream might as well be small fry.

Greg pondered, "Whether she can enter or not, that's for Dailey to decide."

Saying so, he pinned me down, "We've finally got some time alone. Let's not talk about them."

"Stop it..."

I resisted, but my efforts were futile against his strength.

He held down my hands with just one of his.

I blushed, "Greg!"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Greg moved closer, his voice a low chuckle in my ear, "Keep going, I love hearing you."

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...

Christine was driving like a bat out of hell, fuming more with every mile.

Seriously, what was the deal?

Losing her mind, maybe!

When she tried flirting with him, he gave her the cold shoulder, as stoic as a monk. And now, why did he kiss her?!

Christine was choked up with frustration and couldn't vent to Jane at this ungodly hour. So, she ended up turning her car towards a bar.

Clarence, bored and alone after Christine didn't pick up his calls, decided to head home. But fate had other plans when they bumped into each other right outside the bar.

"Hey, Ms. Jackson, out for some fun?" Clarence greeted.

Christine, struggling to keep her composure, managed a polite smile.

"Did you think I came here to take an exam?"

"How about joining me?" Clarence suggested, as they both entered, "I've got a booth upstairs."

Christine waved him off, taking a seat at the bar and signaling the bartender, "The usual."

Clarence settled next to her, "Ms. Jackson likes the lively scene?"

Christine was in no mood for

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drink."

Clarence grinned, "I never let a lady pay, especially not for tonight's fun. This one's on me."

Despite her irritation, Christine was principled.

If there was no potential for something more, she wouldn't accept gifts or favors.

"Your generosity is appreciated, Mr. Clarence, but save it for someone who needs it more." Clarence missed the hint, "No need for formality between us. It's fate we met tonight." Christine initially came to unwind, to shake off the annoyance from her encounter with Dailey. She aimed to return to her cheerful, radiant self the next day.

But Clarence's presence only added to her irritation.

Yet, considering he was a friend of Greg's and somewhat of a

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"Generous of you, Mr. Clarence. Thanks for the heart of gold and a hand of silver."

"Don't mention it."

After a couple of drinks with

Clarence,

Christine still felt off andet d to hit the dance floor e

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However, spotting a couple kissing, something that wouldn't usually bother her, irked her tonight.

Cursing under her breath, she decided to call it a night.

"Leaving already?"

Clarence caught up with her, "The night's still young."