Chapter 724
Chapter 724
The sound of bones cracking could be heard distinctly in the air.
But Dailey didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. Instead, he gripped Merritt's hand tighter and twisted it forcefully.
Merritt, struggling to keep silent, turned red in the face, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Dailey, on the other hand, even though his fingers were slightly twisted and his forearm bore scratches from Merritt, remained stoic.
"This is none of your business," he said coolly.
The sound of a slap echoed, freezing everyone in place.
Except for Christine.
She shook her hand out, her gaze icy as she looked at Dailey, "I hope that slap gives Mr. Clarkson a clear message."
Dailey's face registered shock as he released Merritt, and rubbed the cheek that had been slapped.
Now, with one side still bearing scratches and the other marked by a slap, his face had become oddly symmetrical. "Dai!"
Nelly stepped forward, her voice laced with concern, "It's swollen. Does it hurt a lot?"
While speaking, she took Dailey by the arm, "Let's go over there. I'll get some ice for that."
Dailey didn't move, his gaze fixed on Christine.
Christine tried to pull her arm away, but his grip was firm.
Her patience was wearing thin.
"Dailey, you're really devaluing yourself with this behavior."
At the hotel.
After dinner, I got Mira to sleep.
Just as I was about to get up, I was embraced from behind. "Honey..."
I marvel at how he finds the energy after such busy days.
I shot him a glance, "How about we invite everyone for dinner tonight?"
Gregory knew I was changing the subject, his lips lingering at my ear and neck without a word.
I turned my head to avoid him, "We agreed, remember? Dinner the night after our wedding, but we couldn't because Nelly was in the hospital. Well, everyone's here today, so..."
I stopped his wandering hands, my breath erratic.
I couldn't even finish a sentence without breaks.
"I'm talking to you... Gregory! Don't... No, ah..."
As night fell and the sea breeze cooled, the windows fogged up.
My hand slid down only to be
covered by his larger one, our
fingers interlocking as he press
them back against the ev
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The sudden sound from Mira hit the pause button on us.
Instinctively, I pulled away from Gregory and ran to the crib.
Mira was awake, playing with her little feet, surprisingly quiet and not fussing at all.
She smiled at me, making sounds as if trying to converse.
My heart melted instantly. After giving her a quick peck, I hurried to the shower.
When I came out, Gregory was blocking the doorway.
I stepped aside with a cough, feeling a bit guilty, "Mom texted, asking about dinner."
Gregory just hummed.
I knew he was unhappy with the abrupt stop.
But I really couldn't take it anymore.
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Issues between couples need to be addressed immediately, not left unresolved.
"Hold the baby for a moment."
After making sure he was dressed, I handed Mira to him and went to change.
Mom was already waiting by the door. She paused upon seeing us, then reached out, "Let me hold her."
"It's okay, Mom. I got her," Gregory said, heading towards the elevator.
Mom asked me in a low voice, "Did you guys argue?"
I shook my head, "Don't worry, I've got this."
Mom didn't want to meddle in our affairs, "I trust you know what you're doing."
I whispered to her, "We wanted you
to enjoy your time with Mr. Shawet
and Bow!
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Mom replied, "Our enjoyment isn't hindered by a few days of your.
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I laughed, "Oh, so now you've even planned the trip back home."
Mom gave me a playful scold, "Still acting like a child, even though you're a mother now."
I linked arms with her, "To you, I'll always be your child."
Raleigh just smiled at our exchange.
Gregory, already in the elevator, held the door for us.
Mira, resting on his shoulder, reached out to me, babbling.
I grabbed her little hand, playing peek-a-boo with her.