Lost Me Gained Regret



Christine handed Jane a smoothie and took a seat next to her.

Across from them, a small boxing ring was set up.

Dailey and Gregory, having changed into their boxing gear, were standing in the ring, ready to face off.

Both men were of similar height, with well-defined muscles and handsome faces, making the sight a treat for the eyes.

"Did Dailey and Gregory bet on who'd get married first? What did Gregory say he'd ask for if he lost?" Jane asked, taking a sip of her smoothie with a smile.

"He's keeping a tab. Said he'd ask for something big," Christine replied, also smiling as she looked towards the ring. "These two, with their childish antics, there's no telling who'll win or lose; they're evenly matched in my eyes."

Jane simply smiled in response.

In the ring, Dailey and Gregory bumped fists, both wearing their gloves.

Words were unnecessary; their moves were practiced and precise.

Christine, caught up in the excitement, pulled Jane closer to the ring.

"Come on, Dailey, you got this! Push, push, push!"This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jane couldn't help but chuckle.

Even when Gregory had the upper hand, he still managed to talk.

He looked over at Jane, "Babe, aren't you gonna cheer for your man?"

Jane laughed, "Go, go, go!"

This distraction gave Dailey the chance to pin Gregory down.

However, Gregory quickly turned the tables, pinning Dailey instead after just a few seconds.

Christine banged on the ring, shouting for Dailey to turn the situation around.

Jane sighed, knowing this could go on forever.

Checking the time, she said, "Gregory, we should be heading out."

Gregory let Dailey go, quickly removing his boxing gloves with his teeth and jumping off the ring to change clothes with Jane.

Christine, seeing Dailey still on the ground, climbed into the ring to check on him.

"Are you just tired, or what? I've been watching the whole time, and you didn't seem to be at a disadvantage... Ah!"

Just as she leaned over him, Dailey flipped her onto the ring, causing her to let out a yelp.

"Don't hug me; you're all sweaty," Christine protested, trying to push him away. Dailey quickly removed his gloves and pinned her hands down, getting even closer. Christine tried kicking him away, but Dailey anticipated her moves, securing her legs as well.

"You need to get off; you're getting my clothes all sweaty!" she complained, glaring at him. Dailey just looked at her, his gaze deepening.

But his face, always handsome yet impassive, rarely showed any emotion.

"I'm sorry," he said earnestly.

Christine, used to his cool demeanor, sensed his sincerity and teased, "Is that all you've got, an apology?"

"What do you want me to do? I'll do it," Dailey replied.

"Then smile for me," Christine

challenged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not just a small smirk, but a big, hearty laugh. Show off those pearly whites, let your eyes winkle, and your laugh lines show.

Dailey was silent, knowing well that even if he had a scenario or a joke to prompt him, he wouldn't laugh like that. Only someone as carefree as Clarence would.

"Mr. Clarkson, if you can't even do

that, then your apology lacks sincerity," Christine playfully scolded, her hands still pinned against his chest She teasingly scratched him with her nails, making his muscles tense.

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Images started to flood his mind, and as she smiled slyly at him, his gaze was fixed on her lips.

Just as he leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head away.

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"Going for the forceful approach again?" Christine remarked, her gaze dropping suggestively. "If I don't see Mr. Clarkson's sincerity today, then your penis won't be getting any love in the future."