Regret Came Too Late

Grace took the lead this time after the social event ended, stepping directly behind Ethan.

"Mr. Henderson, I have something I need to ask you."

After exchanging pleasantries and handshakes, the business partners politely excused themselves, saying they were stepping outside to wait.

Tim seemed a bit displeased but, surprisingly, didn't object. The private room quickly emptied, leaving only Grace and Ethan.

Grace couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mr. Henderson, if I've ever done anything to hurt you in the past, please don't take it to heart. My so-called father was right. You're the kind of person who can put up with a lot. I was young and didn't know better at the time."

Ethan casually spun the glass in his hand without saying anything.

Grace quickly grabbed an empty glass from the table and poured wine into both glasses. "I'll start by drinking three glasses to make up for it."

The gossip she had overheard earlier had her feeling completely disoriented.

How good-natured could Ethan be to not have torn her apart if she had really slapped him in the past?

She downed the first glass, then immediately followed with the second and third.

Ethan parted his lips as if to say something, his eyes drifting to the wine bottle. The label showed a high alcohol content. Even someone with a strong tolerance would get drunk after three glasses.

Grace felt a searing heat rise in her belly after those three drinks. The sensation had already hit with the first glass, but there was no turning back after she said it.

She put the glass down, and the fiery feeling seemed to shoot straight to her head.

She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself. She even tried shaking her head to keep her wits.

But her grip was too strong, and the table jolted downward. She lost her balance and toppled right onto Ethan.

but as she clutched the tablecloth, it pulled loose, causing him to jerk his wheelchair

arms as he

the

tipped sideways, and she landed directly

suit, but now, the buttons

back, and she instantly sobered up. She was about to scramble to get off when the

outside were understandably concerned after hearing

first thing they saw were the dishes scattered across the floor, with the wheelchair tipped over nearby. And there, Grace, the foul beast,

furrowed his brows, looking

seconds before rushing forward. Everyone had drunk a little too much, and their words flowed freely without

Lambert, what do you think you're doing here? How

wouldn't slap Mr. Henderson just a moment ago. But look at the kind of position

as a young lady, you should maintain some decorum. If Mr. Henderson

face instantly flushed bright red, and she tried to scramble to get off Ethan. But in her panic, she

buttons snapped off with a sharp crack,

a long pause, he

more than anything, seemed to confirm

been saying-Grace, shameless as she was, was forcing herself onto

grabbed the back

a forceful tug.

forehead were

the breaking point of his patience. "And you still say you have no ulterior motives, Grace?

he rarely ever spoke

and unable to defend

his

was done. She

just drank

alcohol. They had never seen the usually composed Ethan in such a