Regret Came Too Late

Grace's eyes flicked to Ethan, but Tim was standing in the way.

"Mr. Henderson, I swear I didn't mean to do it. My mind just went completely blank after drinking those three glasses."

By now, Ethan was seated in his wheelchair, facing away from her. He still hadn't said a word.

Grace's face turned red with frustration as she saw Tim turning to push Ethan away.

"Mr. Henderson!"

Finally, Ethan lifted his head. His clothes were straightened, his gaze was calm, and his voice was low. "I know you didn't mean anything by it."

Grace nodded vigorously but felt like his expression had darkened even more. She stood frozen in place, helplessly watching as Ethan was wheeled away.

The business partners followed, leaving one by one.

The once-bustling private room now fell into a deep silence.

Grace collapsed into a chair, the lingering effects of the alcohol hitting her stomach, making her feel utterly miserable. She sat there for ten minutes, only to hear footsteps approaching from outside the room. She thought the staff were here to clean up the mess.

But suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed, and before she could adjust to the darkness, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

Her back was pressed against the wall, and the man's overwhelming presence surrounded her instantly.

She tried to focus and see who it was, but the darkness blurred her vision.

The next instant, his lips crashed onto hers. Her pupils contracted, and her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, struggling to push him away.

But the aftereffects of the alcohol hit her hard, and she felt weak.

The lack of oxygen only deepened her disorientation, and she could sense herself being lifted. Her legs unconsciously wrapped around his waist.

she couldn't tell if it was

was undeniable, like a flood of repressed emotions finally

unable to distance herself from the powerful, suffocating air surrounding

neck was gripped firmly, and her chin was forcibly lifted. The lack of air made her dizzy, and she

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were unchanged, but a whole hour had passed. She rubbed her temples, laughing at herself. How did she manage to dream up something

desperate for

Yancey had always looked down on

man didn't feel all that strange at her age, and there was no need to

She sighed, feeling parched.

her legs wobbled, and she almost collapsed to the floor. She felt weak as if she had just woken from an oxygen-deprived

leaned against the chair for support and took a long time

left the private room, she realized the entire floor was empty like it

elevator, leaned against the wall, and yawned. She suddenly felt so drained as if she could

already 9:00 pm when the elevator reached the

cab to go home when she noticed that Ethan's

the awkward moment from an hour ago, she hesitated to

she stepped back a few paces, she heard the sound of a

bad penny that just won't quit. How do you manage

said this morning-she had arranged to have a meal with Ethan. Was this hotel the place they

finished his social event, he went straight to the private room where he had

didn't want to provoke Jodie, so

at her face, paused for a few seconds, and then began

were so eager for my brother to post those words on his social media. Turns out you're

nonsense

vel

on. You're playing it acting all innocent, but you're actually

to her, but she didn't