Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 747

"Because, you know, I just can't stand green tea."

When Nelly saw Dailey trying his best to hold back his emotions until his lips twitched, she cupped his face and said, "Remember that, okay?"

Dailey nodded. "Got it."

As Nelly turned to leave, her expression was filled with rage, her entire face contorted.

She thought bitterly, This woman needs to go down.

...

Christine watched Nelly's shaky departure and said to Dailey, "Looks like I upset your childhood friend. Aren't you going to smooth things over?"

"Nope."

Dailey swiped his card to enter the room, gently placed Christine on the bed, but didn’t immediately move away.

He leaned in closer, his voice deep and soothing, "I only have ears for you."

Christine stretched her leg out, her foot gently grazing his thigh as she looked at him with a teasing smile, "Mr. Clarkson seems to have developed a taste for the finer things."

Dailey grabbed her ankle, but Christine swiftly retracted it and turned to wrap herself in the blankets.

"I'm beat. Time to sleep."

Dailey tapped her through the blanket, his voice carrying a hint of laughter, "Change into your pajamas. Get comfy and sleep well."

After saying that, he headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Christine got up, changed into her pajamas, and found a comfortable position to sleep.

When Dailey came out, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before changing his clothes and stepping out of the room.

Primo was waiting outside, reporting in a soft voice.

"After Mr. Ford's wedding, Merritt and Nelly spent a long time in that escape room place."

"But since arriving here, they haven't had any private conversations."

"Or maybe they did, but the surveillance was wiped clean. We can't find any evidence."

Dailey pressed his temples.

He was always ten steps ahead.

It was a popular spot for passersby.

Even though it wasn’t peak tourist season, there were still people around.

In this era of social media, anything could be filmed.

He couldn’t let her make a scene; if it reached his mother’s ears, it would be an even bigger headache.

He had to personally assess the situation.

"Ms. Lindsay, better come down from there. Making a scene won't do you any good."

Nelly shed tears, "Tell Dai, I didn't use any tricks. Last night, he pulled me into his room, but I know, no matter what I say, it’s useless. I understand if he chooses Ms. Jackson over me. If that's the case, I can only prove my innocence with death."

"What's all this about?"

Dailey's voice was icy, and his men respectfully moved aside.

"If you're not serious about jumping, then come down."

Nelly bit her lip, her face wet with tears, her hair tousled by the wind, looking precariously close to falling.