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.

know who had saved her, but she could tell he smelled

arms. "Do you have any idea how many more assassination attempts you'll have to deal with if people find out your legs are

a warm chest. With the last bit of clarity she had, she realized her

kept her in place, and a voice-cold but

drifted off,

...

they found the hotel suddenly on lockdown. Several hallways were blocked off, supposedly because

irritated. Wasn't everyone supposed to be treated as important in

him. "Mr. Henderson, do

Ethan, but Ethan was notoriously aloof and rarely left home. It probably wasn't

scoffed and looked around.

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