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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 693

Christine wasn't one to beat around the bush. She believed in being forthright.

"If you can't handle the game, best not play," she thought, not wanting any future misunderstandings.

Yet she didn't speak her mind. Instead, she suggested, "There's this indie cinema nearby. Let's check it out."

Merritt trailed behind Christine as they crossed the street, his eyes downturned, "Sorry, Chris. I just wanted to bring you some snacks, didn't mean to intrude."

"If I've taken up your time, I'll make it up to you," he offered.

Christine laughed, feeling the evening's chill. She had thrown on a casual jacket and pulled it closer, asking, "And how would you do that?"

"I…"

Merritt moved closer, "Whatever you want, I'm here for it."

Christine looped her arm through his, "Next time, just call before doing these surprise visits."

Merritt suppressed his joy, looking a bit hurt, "I thought you'd find it bothersome, that's why I didn't call. If you don't like it, I won't do it again. Just don't hate me, please."

Christine knew his words were more about tactics than feelings.

But she loved hearing them all the same.

Sweet nothings were intoxicating, indeed.

Far better than the blunt, harsh words of some jerk that made her skin crawl.

Whether he was genuine or not didn't matter. She had no interest in cold, hard truths.

"Don't worry, just give me a call next time. I won't say no."

Merritt finally smiled, "Your wish is my command."

"As long as you're happy, that's all that matters to me."

"I'll do anything to keep you smiling, to ensure you never shed a tear…"

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