PopularNovel| glanced back, noticing Dailey steadily trailing behind us, his demeanor the epitof calm and collected. It
wasn't until we reached our destination that | realized his car was parked in the sarea.
"Why do you keep looking at him? Afraid Greg will get jealous?" Christine whispered mischievously in my ear.
| chuckled softly. "Greg's not the type to get jealous over nothing."
Just as | spoke, my phone rang. | had barely answered when a sudden crash echoed nearby. Startled, | turned
towards the noise, momentarily forgetting to speak into the phone.
Regaining my composure, | hurried towards Dailey's car, but Christine grabbed my arm. "Don't go, it's too
dangerous. I'll call 911."
| was worried. "We should try to help him out first. What if the car explodes?"
"Don't worry, sis," Merritt said, placing his shopping bags in the car. "I'll check it out. The crash doesn't seem bad
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtenough for an explosion, but you and Chris should stay back to avoid getting hurt. Besides, you wouldn't be able
to move a big guy like him anyway." Though | was concerned for Merritt's safety as well, Greg's anxious voice
suddenly filled my ear. "Jane, what's happening? Are you okay?"
| then realized the call was still ongoing. "I'm fine. It's Dailey; he hit a pillar in the parking garage. The front of
the car looks pretty bad, but I'm not sure about him."
"Stay where you are," Greg immediately instructed. "I'll handle this."
He then quickly spoke to Lucius, who was with him. It turned out Greg had received a voice message from
Dailey, who was playfully referring to a girl as his "sister" in a way that was a bit too flirty.
Unexpectedly, this call had led to quite the situation.
Not far away, Merritt had already opened the driver's door and didn't seem surprised by what he saw. Instead of
showing his usual sweetness to Christine, he looked mockingly at Dailey. "Mr. Clarkson, playing the martyr won't
work."
Dailey, slumped in his seat, knew the car wasn't in a fatal condition. Despite the fever and a severe headache
making him look pale, he coldly met Merritt's gaze. "And pretending to be the innocent one works for you?"
Merritt simply smiled. "Apparently, it works better than your plan, seeing as Chris didn't even cover."
Dailey felt a surge of anger. Ever since he hadn't seen Christine at the coffee shop, his frustration had been
mounting. Seeing her close with Merritt today only added fuel to the fire.
He had intended to leave, to show he
was stepping back after making his
interest known once. He wasn't
going to chase her anymore. Yernet
somehow, he found himself at their location, contemplating his next
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmove without a clear plan
His tactic was desperate, inspired by s"108 moves to win her heart" shared by Clarence, which now seemed
more like "108 foolish moves."
"She's just playing around, and you're taking it seriously," Dailey scoffed. "Talk towhen you're actually
getting married."
Merritt wasn't offended. "And how do you know we won't get married? When the tcomes," he retorted
sharply, "make sure you're there when we send out the invitations."
Dailey's day was clearly off. With a splitting headache and eyelids heavy as lead, he felt as if he were being
roasted over an open flame.
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Watching Merritt open the car door without moving further, | was puzzled. "What are they doing?"
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