Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 671

Dailey flipped through his copy of "108 Moves to Win Her Heart," and mused aloud, "No need to hog the healthcare resources, could you ask Ms. Jackson to drop off some meds?"

Christine responded with a simple "Okay," and added, "Getting meds? Easy."

"Hang tight, Mr. Clarkson."

Dailey couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed that this "108 Moves" book was quite effective after all.

Christine then made a call to arrange a delivery.

Dailey waited in the living room on purpose, and as soon as the doorbell rang, he rushed to open the door.

There stood a lean, dark-skinned man, flashing a bright smile, "Good day, sir. Here are the fever reducers you requested."

"That'll be $249.99."

Dailey paid, returned to his couch, and stared at the "108 Moves to Win Her Heart," his thoughts adrift.

Why hadn't it worked?

...

Over at Elmwood Villas.

Seeing Christine's bubbling joy, I couldn't help but ask, "Feeling better now?"

Christine had the delivery person take a photo of her, intending to capture Dailey's bewildered face.

The more she looked at it, the harder she laughed, enjoying the rare sight of Dailey being caught off guard.

"Halfway there," she admitted.

She waved off the gloomy topic, "Let's not dwell on that. Did you have your birthday celebration this year?"

Last year, my birthday coincided closely with my grandmother's passing, leaving me in no mood to celebrate. The following months were spent in mourning, and with the arrival of my late pregnancy, Gregory and I had a low-key celebration in the hospital.

I wasn't usually keen on birthday festivities, unlike Christine who thrived in lively gatherings.