NovelEnglishChapter 854
Her fingers were flushed red, appearing slightly swollen.
The ring still wouldn't coff.
Dailey gently took her hand again, massaging her middle finger softly to ease the
pain.
Christine watched him coldly.
Inside, she felt nothing for his considerate actions.
This wasn't what she wanted.
No matter how tender his gestures were, they couldn't hide his innate
domineering nature.
He spoke of letting her be free, yet invisibly, he had already clipped her wings.
He had trapped her in a cage.
She had a lot of anger she wanted to unleash.
But eventually, she realized it wasn't worth it.
Even if she did speak up, he would just brush it off with snonchalant remark.
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She couldn't even muster the energy to pull her hand away.
The rest of the journey was filled with silence.
This made Primo, who was driving, extremely uncomfortable.
The suffocating quiet was worse than an argument.
At least with a fight, there might be sresolution.
But the silence allowed the rift between them to grow unchecked.
The car passed through a grove and into a large estate.
As soon as they parked, Primo jumped out of the car.
He took a deep breath and opened Dailey's door.
Dailey got out first, then extended his hand to Christine.
Ignoring him, she exited from the other side.
Leaving the car door ajar, she took off running.
Dailey seemed to have anticipated this; he showed no sign of displeasure and quickly caught up to her, clasping
her hand.
He didn't say a word, but interlaced his fingers tightly with hers, leading her towards the Clarkson family's home.
Christine steadied her breathing.
With a blank expression, she followed him through the Clarkson family's grand entrance.
The living room was crowded.
Besides Dailey's family, there was also Nelly.
Christine noticed a middle-aged man who had been speaking with Dailey earlier approach Normand. He bent
down to whisper something in his ear, then stepped back.
There was no place left to sit in sight.
Dailey squeezed her hand gently, reassuringly.
With his other hand, he signaled.
Primo brought over a chair, and Dailey guided her to sit down.
"lI don't..." Christine felt uneasy, trying to stand, but Dailey held her firmly in place.
He stood behind her, surveying the
room, and asked in a calm voicene
"Weren't we invited back for dinner? Why is everyone still in the living room?"
The mention of "fiancée" made the Clarkson family members’ faces sour.
They had almost been fooled by Dailey.
They thought his wedding with Nelly was just a distraction to shield Christine.
But it turned out he was planning to quietly marry Christine all along.
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Luckily, someone tipped them off.
Dailey, seeing no one respond, patiently spoke again, "If there's no dinner, my fiancée and | won't stay. We can't
let her starve."
With that, he turned to leave with Christine.
"Stop!"
Caldwell Clarkson spoke up.
Dailey didn't stop, but Christine tugged at him.
She didn't want to get involved in Dailey's family affairs.
Besides, she couldn't be the one to ignite this situation.
Otherwise, everyone, including Dailey, would blher.
She couldn't allow that.
"Dear elders, rest assured, | have no intention of being entangled with Mr.
Clarkson. If you could persuade him to letgo, I'd be grateful.”
Dailey tightened his grip on her hand. Christine winced in pain but didn't utter a sound.
She didn't even glance at him.
"I'm not playing hard to get. It was wrong ofto get involved with Mr. Clarkson in the first place. But now I've
cto my senses. We're worlds apart. I'm not worthy of dating him, let alone marrying him.”
Dailey's expression finally changed.
A storm was brewing in his dark eyes.
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