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Merritt made a zipping motion across his lips, signaling for silence.

As soon as Christine's plane touched down in Vista Town, Dailey got the wind of it.

Dailey, aware of her arrival, neither intercepted her nor sought her out.

Yet, to his surprise, she reached out first.

"Where you at?"

"Let's talk over the phone."

Only a few days apart and already this cold?

Christine wasn't ready to concede the bet just yet.

"If you won't tell me, I'll just ask Gregory," she threatened, trying another angle.

Dailey simply told her to meet him at the city's main hospital before hanging up. Merritt, overhearing Christine's side of the conversation, ventured a guess.

"Sis, you seem upset?"

Christine shook her hair, ignoring the question. Vista Town was colder than Mistwood, so she donned her red coat as she left the airport.

The siblings then made their way to the hospital, heading straight to the VIP ward.

Upon seeing Primo, Christine greeted him and immediately asked, "Where's Dailey?"

Primo gestured towards the smoking area, and Christine marched over, with Merritt keeping pace.

"Mr. Clarkson, got a light?" Christine flirted, holding a cigarette to her lips.

Dailey stepped back but offered her his lighter.

Instead of taking it, she caught his hand and used the lit cigarette between his fingers to light her own.

Dailey struggled to maintain his facade of indifference, nearly breaking.

His adam's apple bobbed as he fought back his emotions, asking, "We broke up. What do you want from me?"

Christine's brows furrowed slightly.

Before she left, Dailey was almost hysterical.

And now, in just a few days, this was his stance.

She felt her decision to break up was justified.

It allowed both of them to see their true selves more clearly.

"Nothing much." Christine stepped forward.

Dailey, back against the wall, tried to sidestep her but was blocked by her arm.

He looked at her emotionlessly, "Ms. Jackson, please."

Even resorting to such formalities.

Fine.

Christine probed, "So, you're really done with me?"

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Christine straightened up, her expression turning serious, "Dailey, if

I said I don't want you to marry Nelly, would you still go through with it?”

Without hesitation, Dailey answered, "Yes."

Only he knew what he truly felt.

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He wanted to hold her, but it wasn't the right time.

Not with enemies watching, not with the Clarkson family's eyes on them.

“We're done, Ms. Jackson. You're not suggesting I cancel my wedding to my ex, are you?"

Christine and Dailey's time together wasn't long.

But it was enough to know each other truly.

Yet, at this moment, she couldn't read him.

"Are you being honest?"

"Honest."

Christine's cigarette burned down to her fingers, jolting her.

Merritt rushed to help her under the cold tap.

Dailey's hand, halfway extended, returned to his pocket.

As the cold water ran over her delicate skin, causing reddening, Christine seemed lost in thought.

The burn wasn't severe, just a small

blister, but being in the hospital, Merritt quickly got some burn

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Christine still standing by the sink, deep in thought.

"Sis, let's go. I'll apply some ointment for you."

Christine didn't move.

Merritt watched her for a moment, realizing she hadn't heard him, and gently pulled her away.