Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 892

He seemed to hear her thoughts, replying, "I only tell you."

"..."

Christine nudged him. "Go sit across from me."

"Wouldn't sitting beside me make it even harder for you to eat?"

Sitting next to him, with his hands constantly moving, made it even harder to enjoy her meal.

"Just sit across from me."

Dailey obliged.

He stood up, moved to the opposite seat, and served her a bowl of hot and sour soup.

"Use a straw for the dumplings, so you don't burn yourself."

This breakfast was a mix of flavors—sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.

Christine didn't want to spend more time with Dailey and planned to discuss heritage fashion with Duke Northwood.

But Dailey simply ushered her into the car.

Unable to escape, she turned her back to him in silent protest.

Dailey didn't bother her, merely sat beside her, absorbed in his tablet.

It was the latest work schedule.

In the front, Finn and Quinn exchanged a knowing glance.

Quinn took a turn without slowing down.

Christine tumbled into Dailey's arms.

"..."

As soon as the car steadied, she quickly sat back up, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Like master, like servant."

Both Quinn and Finn sensed danger, fearing they’d be sent away like Primo.

But then they heard their young master hum in agreement.

"You’re right."

"..."

A lovesick fool, utterly lovesick.

Such a sharp mind, yet so consumed by romance!

Christine felt communication with Dailey was impossible now.

His responses made her feel like she was punching a pillow.

Frustrated and unwilling to continue, she watched the cityscape blur by, noticing the streets became less crowded.

They were approaching a more secluded area.

"You’re not planning to sell me off, are you?"

"Couldn't bear to."

"…"