Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 838

Merritt's grandmother, Helena, emerged from the back room and took Christine Jackson's hand, leading her to sit at the stone table. “You arrived in such a hurry today; I only had time to air out the bedding for a little while. Tonight you’ll have to make do, but if the weather’s good tomorrow, I'll give it a proper airing so you'll sleep more comfortably.”

Christine smiled warmly. “Thank you, Grandma.”

“No need for thanks, dear.”

Merritt brought out the dishes and set them on the table. “Let's eat, sister.”

Christine was truly famished. She started with a bowl of mushroom soup to whet her appetite, and then dug in with gusto.

The sky hadn’t completely darkened yet, and the distant hills were bathed in a warm orange glow. The sunset was beautiful, and the little courtyard felt so inviting.

She ate until her belly was round and even let out a satisfied burp. Life felt abundantly good.

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Quinn glanced at the untouched meal on the table. Ever since they arrived at the hotel, the young master had taken a cold shower and then sat by the window, smoking.

It was surprising to see someone like him, a man with the world at his feet, stumble in matters of the heart.

Primo, though keeping a close watch on Merritt's side of things, didn’t dare report any updates.

Quinn stayed hidden in the shadows, careful with every breath.

Finally, Dailey Clarkson broke the silence. “Have they arrived?”

Even without a subject, Quinn knew exactly who was being referred to and immediately sent a message to Primo.

Primo confirmed their arrival, and Quinn relayed the information to Dailey.

Dailey listened, remaining impassive.

Naturally, Quinn had no intention of provoking him further.

Just then, the vibration of a phone broke some of the tension.

Dailey glanced at it and picked up the call.

“Did you hit a snag?” Gregory Ford asked bluntly, not bothering with pleasantries.

Dailey didn’t answer directly. “What’s up?”

From his tone, Gregory could tell Dailey had indeed run into trouble.

“You’ve already sent out the wedding invitations. Are you really going to cancel?”

“What else?”

If the wedding went ahead, there’d be no going back for him and Christine.

The mere thought of it made him restless.

Dailey lit another cigarette.