"I wanted to repay you before, but you refused. Now I see you were waiting for me here."
"Dailey, are you playing games with me?"
Dailey lifted his head, his dark eyes already brimming with deep desire. He was restraining himself so much that the veins on his arms stood out. Yet this time, he wanted to ask for her consent.
"Do you really think so little of me?"
It wasn't that he was entirely unappealing, but there had been times when he ignored her wishes before.
"You could easily reach out to your men."
"Cliffside Town isnât my territory. There are people here who donât want me around."
Christine didnât want to delve into his business dealings, nor did she care to analyze them. She simply said, "I'm really not the one to help you with this. Why donât you take a cold shower, and Iâll get some cold medicine for you."
Daileyâs gaze dropped slightly, looking almost pitiful. "Is it really that hard to help me out?"
Christine nodded. "I just donât think we should get involved again, even under pressing circumstances."
Dailey's mind flashed to the man who had his arm around her. Already fuming, the thought of losing control was looming.
"For your new love interest, is that it?"
Christine knew he was referring to Duke Northwood. Dailey had seen him wrapping an arm around her neck earlier. She didnât bother to explain.
"Yes."
Dailey was beyond reason now. All those days of pent-up frustration were like a dormant volcano ready to erupt, and everything in its path was scalding. Christine recoiled from the heat, desperately trying to push him away, but it was no use. He tore her clothes apart.
"Dailey, Iâll hate you for this."
"Hate me then," Dailey said, clutching her tightly. "Just donât forget me."
Christine shivered and bit down on his shoulder in anger. Daileyâs movements only intensified. Christine couldnât help but let out a sound that made her flush with shame.
...
Dailey emerged from the room, disheveled. Finn handed him a coat. Dailey put it on and headed to the restaurant, leaving Finn to stand guard.
...
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
"Aah, Dailey."
Dailey pulled out a chair and sat down. Quinn ordered a pot of hot water and poured Dailey a cup. Dailey sipped his tea slowly, saying nothing.
Libby quickly fixed her appearance, putting on her well-practiced, graceful smile. "Dai, where did you go? I got locked in this place and couldnât find you. I got anxious and lost my temper."
Dailey finished his tea and leaned back in his chair, lifting his gaze coldly to her. His thin lips parted, releasing words coated in ice.
"This is the second time."
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