Regret Came Too Late

The man who spoke seemed to be very refined. It was very different from how

cold Ethan was and how intimidating Julian seemed. He seemed to have an air of careless arrogance that came from privilege and status. It was a dangerous line to toe-the smallest slip-up and he could become a fool like Yancey.

But this man seemed to have a firm grip on himself.

Grace had no choice but to respond even though she had no idea who he was. She merely shot him an awkward smile.

The man looked to be around six feet and one inch tall. He quickly walked over and bent slightly toward her. "Grace, what are you doing at a place like this? Is it because of Yancey again?"

Simon had just returned to Druville that night, so he was still jet-lagged. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket and looked very laid back.

Grace took two steps back. "And you are?"

Simon raised an eyebrow as the amusement in his eyes turned cold. "What are you playing at this time?"

He had just spoken when Ethan called out, "Simon."

when Grace realized he was Simon

the elites. Three years ago, he ran away after his family forcibly arranged a marriage for him and skipped his own wedding. However, the Yule family had been determined to see the

was probably about to

heard the gossip back then. Rumor had it that Simon was a notorious playboy who hated his marriage partner. He had been overseas for three years, and he had

before she said calmly, "So, you're

Ethan's side. He scoffed and crossed

time someone said that

do something to Simon

hold your head so high when you were around us like a complete fool. You're not trying

she had misheard the vaguely suggestive way

at Ethan, but he was looking toward the bar. He looked

asked, "Ethan, is the person you're waiting for here? Should we go

wheelchair, Ethan