Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 719

That kiss...

Well, it couldn't really be called a kiss. It was more like a bite.

Christine's lips throbbed with pain, her mouth filled with a faintly sweet and metallic taste.

That jerk!

He actually broke the skin!

She wasn't one to take things lying down, and immediately tried to bite back, but he anticipated her move, pinching her cheeks and forcing her mouth open.

As her breath grew scarce, there was a knock on the door behind them.

"Chris! It's me!"

It was Merritt's voice.

Christine wanted to respond, but she was trapped in a tight spot with no room to move.

Dailey only gave her a brief moment to catch her breath.

She could only let out a soft whimper.

Merritt, not hearing a response from Christine, pounded on the door in desperation.

A flight attendant came over to check on the situation, and Merritt asked her to unlock the bathroom door.

The attendant hesitated, aware that she couldn't afford to upset anyone on this flight.

"Sir, please calm down. For everyone's safety, I must ask you to stop this behavior."

Merritt's eyes were red with urgency, but he was powerless.

I had just finished feeding the baby and walked over with Gregory to find this scene unfolding.

"Jane..."

This kid, he looked so forlorn.

I was about to speak when a shadow loomed over me.

Looking up, I saw Gregory's tall and broad figure.

I couldn't help but smile wryly.

Jealousy.

"In a hurry to use the restroom? It's clearly occupied; just wait your turn."

Gregory knew exactly what was happening, yet he chose to tease.

The rejection in her eyes stung Dailey, who started to apologize, "I just..."

Christine didn't let him finish, turning to open the door.

Merritt rushed to her side, "I'm so sorry, Chris. I was useless."

Christine patted his head like he was a big puppy, "It's okay."

"Let's go back to our seats."

Merritt obediently followed Christine back to their seats, even peeling an orange for her.

Christine ate the orange directly from his hand, smiling at him.

Dailey watched coldly, noticing the different ways she treated him and Merritt.

Gregory signaled for me to sit down. I glanced at Dailey, then moved to sit by Christine.

Seeing the cuts on her lips, I asked, "Doesn't that hurt?"

Eating an orange with those cuts must feel like rubbing salt in the wound.

Christine shook her head, "I'm not that fragile. The sting might actually help disinfect it."