Lost Me Gained Regret



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He slipped into an apron lying on the kitchen counter and got started with the meal prep.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When it came time to marinate the meat, he realized he was out of cooking wine.

After a brief moment of thought, he decided to stick to something simple.

Primo was known for his efficiency.

When Christine opened the door to find him there, she was taken aback, "You looking for Dailey?"

Primo handed over a container of rice, "The young master asked me to bring this over."

Christine, puzzled, took it without a word of thanks before Primo vanished as quickly as he had appeared.

With moves like that, had he been guarding the top floor that night, she and Dailey wouldn't have woken up to find the person next to them had changed.

Even if surveillance footage could be wiped, there was no escaping Primo.

"Daydreaming?"

Dailey, having received a message from Primo, came out to check.

He found her still standing at the door, lost in thought, the door wide open.

He walked over to close it and took the container from her hands.

Christine snapped back to reality and asked, "What's this?"

Dailey showed her, "Rice."

Only then did Christine realize she didn't have a pot, "Why did he only bring rice?"

Dailey couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head with a hint of resignation, "Ms. Jackson, didn't you notice you don't have a rice cooker?"

"Do I not?"

Christine dashed to the kitchen, rummaging through cabs only to find, indeed, she didn't have one.

Dailey leaned against the doorframe, amusement in his eyes.

Christine scratched her head, "Must've slipped my mind when I was getting the appliances..."

"It's alright, not a big deal. Dinner will be ready soon."

Dailey pulled her away, and she took the chance to glance at the food.

It seemed much more sophisticated than anything she could whip up.

Forty minutes later, dinner was served.

Christine had already uncorked a bottle of wine to breathe.

As each dish was brought to the table, she clicked her tongue in.

appreciation, "I could make thie , you know." Content

pot too,

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Just dump the premade broth base, add water, and throw in whatever vegetables and meats you like.

"Why didn't you then?"

Dailey took off his apron and sat next to her, countering her question.

Christine, "I was going to, but I thought to start with the ribs first."

"Ribs are off the menu for tonight. If you want some, I can have someone bring them over."

"No need to bother, these tomato and egg scramble and the steamed veggies look great. Let me try."

Dailey gestured with his hand, clearly saying: be my guest.

Christine took a bite and her eyes lit up, "You actually can cook?"

"Not really." Dailey also tasted a bite and nodded with satisfaction, "Just followed a video. Guess I'm just smart."

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Christine kicked him under the table, and Dailey responded by squeezing her thigh.

In another setting, any other girl

might have blushed, but not

Christine. She leaned closer to

Dailey, her toes tracing upwards along his leg.

Dailey caught her foot, his gaze

dropping as he said, "Hungry for Song else, or is it Mr. Clarkson

's craving?"

Holding her ankle, his thumb gently caressed the inside of her ankle bone, his eyes darkening with desire.

He pulled her onto his lap, voice husky, "Had enough?"

Christine shot him a playful look, "I haven't even started eating, how can I be full?"

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"Or are you offering to feed me yourself?"

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Dailey's grip tightened.

As he stood up, his movements were swift, accidentally knocking over the wine glass.

The wine spilled across the table, spreading like a red stain, but it went unnoticed.

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