Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 875

Dailey spoke with indifference, "You're going to Africa."

With that, he strode out of the room.

Primo didn’t even have time to ask why.

Quinn stepped in to replace Primo and drove Dailey back to his place.

The commotion had left Dailey’s clothes sticking to his wounds.

Quinn was carefully tending to them.

Just as he was about to apply some ointment, the doorbell rang.

Not many people knew where Dailey lived, so visitors were rare.

Dailey gestured for Quinn to answer the door.

Quinn opened it and was momentarily stunned to see who it was. Remembering what happened to Primo, he dared not speak or move.

When Dailey noticed Quinn hadn't returned for a while, he got up to investigate.

He came face to face with Christine.

There was no need to guess; Gregory must have helped her get up here.

"I thought I made myself very clear," Dailey said.

Christine hadn’t even washed her face; she had rushed to buy Dailey’s favorite food.

It wasn’t that she wanted to reconcile—she just felt an overwhelming sadness and guilt. Perhaps when Dailey’s wounds healed, her guilt would too.

"You can’t have spicy seafood now, so I got something sweet and sour for you. Your favorite sweet and sour pork."

Dailey blocked her at the door, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Christine, what do you want?"

Christine set the food down in the entryway, "Just bringing you some food. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll go. But remember to eat."

"And about your injury... if Quinn is too rough, I could—"

"Christine."

His voice turned even colder. "You wanted the breakup. I let you go. Don’t push your luck."

"…"

Christine left.

Quinn, hiding behind the door, didn't dare to speak or move.

Dailey pointed to the food on the table. "Throw it away."

Quinn moved to do as instructed, but a hand with pronounced knuckles snatched it back.

Quinn rubbed his nose awkwardly.

A futile act.

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Back at Elmwood Villas, Christine packed up her things to move back to her own small apartment.

Jane noticed her gloomy expression. "Did Dailey give you a hard time?"

Christine shook her head. "It’s my fault. Even though he got hurt saving me, I wanted to take care of him. But I forgot—I was the one who insisted on the breakup, who said all those harsh things to make him stay away."

"So, like you said, I should just pay for his medical bills. There’s no need for me to personally take care of him."

Jane chuckled, "Listen to you, sounding all forlorn."

Christine sighed, "An ex should be like they’re dead. He saved me, so I should treat him like a Good Samaritan—give him medical expenses, compensation, and nothing more."

"What if he’s dating a debutante and they misunderstand?"

Jane felt a slight twinge of jealousy in Christine's words but didn’t mention it. "Stop overthinking. I’ll treat you to something good tonight."

Christine hugged her. "You’re the best."

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