Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 688

Leaning against the car, Christine folded her arms across her chest, the picture of indifference.

Men. She had seen her fair share of them.

And she knew exactly what those two were up to.

Dogs, all of them, always keen on marking their territory.

But regardless of whatever Dailey thought or felt about her, she wasn't about to entertain it.

She had given him a chance before, and now here he was, parading his first love around her like it was some grand gesture.

Idiot.

With an air of nonchalance, she remarked, "Don't worry about it. When your Greg shows up, he'll handle it."

"Mrs. Ford."

As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged man hurried over, giving me a slight bow. "I'm terribly sorry for any disturbance. I'll take care of it right away. Please, feel free to relax upstairs; we've prepared some refreshments for you."

I nodded politely, "No need, I've got things to attend to. Please, go ahead."

Turning to Christine, I said, "Let's get going."

Christine called out, "Merritt!"

Merritt hurried over, all innocence and obedience.

But just as we were about to leave, we heard the middle-aged man frantically making a phone call behind us.

"Yes, in the basement, someone's passed out! Hurry!"

I frowned slightly, looking at Merritt, "Is he hurt?"

Merritt shook his head, "No, I checked."

"But he seems to have a fever. No wonder he crashed."

"Driving in that condition is irresponsible towards himself and others."

"Chris, you should stay away from guys like that. Save yourself the trouble."

Christine smiled, a far cry from the innocent and obedient little brother act.

The kind of innocence found in bars was never what it seemed, especially not at his age.

But that was their unspoken agreement, just everyday fun, nothing serious, and she was fine with whatever facade he chose to wear.

She wasn't about to fall for it.

"You're right, I'll listen to you. Let's head out."

He had called Dailey that night to ask if he could still help with the proposal.

The guy said it was no big deal.

Seeing Dailey looking pale on the day of the proposal, I thought it was because of Christine, not realizing the fever hadn't subsided and had actually gotten worse.

It figured.

Seeing Christine getting cozy with another guy would make anyone's temperature rise.

Plus, Dailey was the type who hardly got sick, but when he did, it was serious, and he tended to neglect his health.

Gregory looked at me, "So, what are you planning now?"

I leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Shaw."

Patting my head, Gregory said, "Alright, you go with Christine. I'll handle things here."

"Okay!"

I smiled brightly, "Thanks, fiancé."

With that, I tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek, "See you tonight."