Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 65

Grace was too weak to fight back. Blood from the gash on her forehead kept trickling down.

Chester had already ripped open her blouse and was about to take it further when a sudden, brutal kick sent him flying. He crashed hard against a sharp corner, and blood spilled from his mouth.

The next second, the men's restroom door was closed. Julian, dressed completely in black, stood guard outside and lit a cigarette. Anyone who came up was turned away with the same line. "Go somewhere else. We've got business here."

Julian had always been a force to be reckoned with, and now, with that half-lidded stare, he looked downright lethal. The moment someone saw who he was, they stepped back quickly.

He took a slow drag, leaning against the wall as he called inside, "Your legs are still recovering. Don't push it."

Inside, Ethan was crouching beside Grace, his hand brushing against her forehead. Meanwhile, Chester-the guy who had just taken the hit-rolled his eyes and passed out cold.

Grace's head throbbed. She instinctively brushed against Ethan's palm.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

saved her, but she could tell he smelled faintly of mountain snow-fresh and

heard another guy's voice when Ethan lifted her into his arms. "Do you have any idea how many more assassination attempts you'll have to deal

clarity she had, she realized her head was bleeding. She tried to pull away,

place, and a voice-cold but surprisingly soft- murmured, "It's fine. Just lean

she gently drifted off, slipping

...

lockdown. Several hallways were blocked off, supposedly because

be treated as

Jessica decided to flatter him. "Mr. Henderson, do you think it

was Ethan, but Ethan was notoriously aloof and

looked around. "Where's

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