Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 873

"Con," Primo muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

"When have you ever bothered with strangers, let alone friends?" he continued, noting Dailey's indifference.

Dailey scoffed, not even bothering to glance at Christine. "You didn't saveout of the goodness of your heart,

did you?"

Christine stood her ground, unfazed. "Mr. Clarkson, let's not overthink this. | don't believe in rekindling old flames

either. I'm here because you were injured saving me."

Dailey tried to brush her off, but Christine caught his eye, teasing, "Or maybe you're just afraid of falling for my

charm again?"

Dailey was silent, but Christine remained undeterred. Primo, sensing the tension, excused himself to give them

sspace.

"Do you need a hand?" Christine asked as Dailey struggled to get up.

"My legs aren't broken. | can make it to the bathroom," Dailey replied, his voice laced with irritation.

Christine nodded, offering, "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"Business is business," Dailey muttered, trying to suppress his annoyance.

As Dailey walked away, he paused, feeling defeated. "Maybe there are sthings we should keep to ourselves,

given our current relationship."

Christine smiled slyly, "Mr. Clarkson, don't be so sensitive. | might think you still have feelings for me."

For a moment, Dailey was transported back to when Christine playfully teased him without restraint. But those

days were behind them. He had worked hard to suppress his feelings for her.

"If you can't keep things civil, | don't need you here," Dailey said flatly.

"Alright, alright," Christine conceded, raising her hands in mock surrender. "I'll try to keep quiet."

Later that evening, Gregory stopped by, grinning, "Playing the hero, huh?"

Dailey gave him a sidelong glance, saying nothing.

"So, are you thinking about getting back together?" Gregory prodded.

"Coincidence, that's all," Dailey replied tersely.

"Sure," Gregory chuckled, unconvinced.

Meanwhile, in the break room, Jane questioned Christine, "Why stay?"

"Because he got hurt protecting me. | can't just walk away," Christine explained sincerely.

Jane arched an eyebrow, "Is that all?"

Christine changed the subject. "Serena won't be causing any more trouble, so I'll be heading back hsoon."

Jane poked her forehead playfully, "You're not being honest."

Christine paused, closing the tap. "Okay, maybe there's a small part ofthat's unsure, but getting back

together isn't really on my mind."

"Then don't feel obligated to stay," Jane advised, linking arms with her as they headed back to the room. "Dailey

has plenty of people to care for him. Just cover the medical expenses, and that's enough."

Christine hesitated. She wasn't trying to fekindle anything, but she couldn't shake the image of Dailey getting

hurt to save her. She didn't want to leave him alone in the hospital.

Even if he had plenty of reliable people around him.

"I think I'll stay," she decided.

Jane understood without further words. "When he's discharged, I'll help you move."

Christine nodded, grateful. "Thanks."

Good friends didn't need everything spelled out. They just got it.

Jane and Gregory soon left, leaving the food they brought behind. They figured they'd give Dailey and Christine

sspace.

Dailey was staying in a VIP suite. After Primo dropped off stoiletries, Dailey requested a bed be brought in.

Christine insisted she could manage on the couch.

Primo glanced at the spacious hospital bed, suggesting, "Perhaps one bed is enough for a few days. Let the

resources go to those who really need them."

Dailey narrowed his eyes. "Are you defyingnow?"

Primo shook his head, "Not at all, sir. But after all the shady things I've done for you, I'm trying to balance it out

with sgood deeds. Medical resources are tight; endure if for a couple of days."

Primo had been by Dailey's side for years; Dailey knew his little tricks.

"Just do it," Dailey's voice hardened.

Primo nodded but didn't carry out the order, instead ordering stakeout for himself outside the door.

The room fell into silence, the tension palpable.

Christine broke it, "I'll be fine on the couch."

Dailey glanced at the couch, pausing before saying, "My injury isn't severe. You don't need to stay. You can go

home."

He figured Primo wouldn't bring the bed, and he didn't want to involve his family or have Christine meet them.

Christine could go hand return in the morning. But she didn't want to leave. The thought of him alone, in

pain, kept her there. She wouldn't sleep at hanyway, so she might as well stay and keep him company.

"How about we watch a movie?" she suggested.

Dailey's lips tightened. "You don't need to feel guilty or grateful. If it were anyone else..."

"Let's watch a comedy," Christine interrupted, handing him her phone. "Laughter helps forget the pain. See

anything you like?"

"I don't want to watch," Dailey retorted coldly. "This injury is nothing to me. You're making a big deal out of it. Go

home."

Christine's smile faded as she met his gaze.

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