Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 855

Christine felt as if her wrist would shatter under the grip, and she tried to pull away.

"Let go, it hurts."

Dailey, however, pulled her closer, locking her firmly in his embrace.

"Don't think saying these things will work. They can't control me."

His voice was cold and hard, clearly angered. But Christine didn't care, she continued to provoke him.

"If you were really that powerful, you wouldn't have been brought here today. We'd be at city hall getting the paperwork done."

"Dailey, you know as well as I do, you don't have the authority to bypass the Clarkson family."

Dailey's voice grew even colder. "I'm doing this for you."

"I don't need it." Christine struggled to free herself from his grip, and when that failed, she stomped hard on his foot.

Dailey didn't even flinch.

Christine's voice turned icy. "Stop saying you're doing this for me."

"Your family does things for you, why don't you accept their help and stop opposing them?"

"Sometimes all I need is an orange, but you insist I eat an apple, saying oranges cause too much heat and apples are healthier."

"But I don't need health. I just need you to let me go. I want to be myself, free every day, without anyone binding me, and—"

"Without worrying about someone trying to take my life when I'm not looking."

After Christine finished speaking, the living room fell silent enough to hear a pin drop.

The Clarkson family members were somewhat taken aback.

But their surprise quickly turned to concern.

Dailey had always managed to get what he wanted since childhood.

Except for Christine.

If Dailey was merely bored, that would be one thing.

But clearly, he was still invested, and Christine was determined to leave him.

This wasn’t good.

It would only provoke Dailey's inherent drive to conquer and his competitive spirit.

Opposing them was almost like opposing him.

Nelly, in particular, was seething with resentment.

She could barely control her expression, which was becoming increasingly twisted with anger.

Dailey using her to shield Christine was bad enough; now he wanted to marry Christine?

Dailey's grip on her waist tightened.

Then he let out a laugh, clearly exasperated.

"Christine, I don't believe you. Want to bet on it?"

Christine didn't want to bet.

Nor did she want to.

Who knew what trap he might set for her next?

"Nelly, you schemed tirelessly," she shifted the focus, "yet here we are, and the wedding didn't happen."

Nelly didn't play innocent, wanting them to turn on each other.

It would give her a chance to escape.

"She's the mastermind."

"Have you heard of the word 'accomplice'?"

Christine didn’t want to keep arguing with him.

"Aren’t you also letting Nelly off the hook? Why call me out?"