Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 811

Jayne lounged on the couch, surrounded by a sea of red invitation cards spread across the coffee table.

Dailey poured himself a glass of water, asking, "Why are you still up?"

Jayne gestured for him to take a seat. "Mind if we talk for a bit?"

Dailey sat down, curious. "About what?"

Jayne hesitated, "You really made up your mind?"

Dailey hummed in confirmation.

"So, you're not willing to wait even a month, opting for this drastic measure just for her? You're ready to do anything, even if it goes against your principles?"

Dailey leaned back, massaging his temples as his gaze briefly wandered upstairs.

"It's over," he said flatly, "Not because of her."

Jayne thought she misunderstood, "What did you say?"

Dailey didn't repeat himself but asked, "Anything else? If not, I'm heading to bed."

Jayne stopped him, still in disbelief, "And this wedding..."

"It's happening."

With those cool words, Dailey headed upstairs to his room.

Jayne remained on the couch, staring blankly at the pile of invitations.

When the Clarkson family found out Dailey was planning to marry Nelly, they were, of course, not thrilled. Even if the marriage was a facade, spreading the news would mean Dailey would have to lower his standards when looking for a suitable wife later on. This was far from their wishes.

Their current acceptance was rooted in the hope that Dailey would break up with Christine. They believed Christine's temperament wouldn't allow her to tolerate Dailey marrying someone else, even under the pretense of a ruse.

Now that they had broken up, Jayne was still trying to process it.

At breakfast, Caldwell had raised the same question, "They really broke up?"

Noticing the additional items in the kitchen, she remembered Dailey cooking there. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and reached for her phone to order delivery.

That's when there was a knock at the door.

Approaching the entryway, she saw Primo's face on the video intercom.

She pressed the talk button, "Whether you're here to deliver a message or something else, I don't need it. Please leave, or I'll call security."

Primo, having anticipated this response, spoke calmly, "Ms. Jackson, it's just some food. If you don't open the door, I'll keep knocking. Might as well accept it. You can call security, but they won't stop me. I'll leave as soon as I've delivered this, and won't bother you again."

Christine called security, instructing them not to let this man in again.

She also made it clear Dailey was not welcome anymore, showing them his picture. "You've seen him; he used to come and go with me here. But now he's an ex, so please don't let him in. I don't want any lingering attachments."

Security took note and asked Primo to leave.

But Primo was not someone easily handled by security.