Regret Came Too Late

Selene stumbled back several steps and was immediately pinned against the sleek black luxury car.

"Damien, that's enough!" she shouted.

The edge of Damien's lips was bleeding from the slap, but he nonchalantly licked

it away and sneered. "I heard you're bringing Vincent to meet the family."

Selene's chest heaved as she gripped the edge of the car door tightly with one hand.

"That's my personal business. I don't need to report it to you."

She took a deep breath, and her tone suddenly softened. "Soon we'll all be family. Don't keep treating him like your enemy. He's going to be your brother-in-law."

Damien suddenly laughed, his gaze darkening.

Selene was actually a little afraid of him losing control.

She frowned and said, "And stop addressing me by my name. It's disrespectful. Just call me 'Sis.' If you keep showing up like this, the rest of the Jensen family will give me trouble again. Damien, stop being so reckless."

She had barely finished speaking when Damien suddenly gripped her wrist and flung her into the car.

Her head hit the seat hard, making her dizzy. Before she could react, he was already on top of her.

"Do you think I'm a pet or something? When you want to get rid of me, you tell me to call you 'Sis,' but when you want me, you wrap your arms around me and call me 'dear.' How am I to know when you're lying or not?"

The car door slammed shut. In the confined space, Damien's presence became overwhelming and aggressive in an instant.

to get up, but he pressed her down by

breath. "I've said it many times I was drunk that

tugging down

to slap him again, but he

"Damien Jensen!" she shouted.

his fingers and lightly rubbed them. "You say one thing, but

he even finished speaking, Selene slapped him

and a bright red handprint

terribly-she felt

used to be so close-very close. She had always thought.

veet

bond. She

other

night, she had truly been drunk, but he wasn't. Did he really not know

She slowly reached out and touched his face, asking,

emotional bond with the owner over time, much less a brother

a

"Why don't you just slap me to death and be

was used to his sharp tongue and began rummaging through the car for a first aid kit,

had no