Regret Came Too Late

Grace had every intention of asking whether Ethan was pleased, but a sudden chill crawled up her spine, like danger had brushed against her skin. Ethan's thoughts were a mystery to Grace. She gulped, unease curling in her chest.

Tim wheeled Ethan right past her.

Grace didn't move a muscle, paralyzed by the sheer force of his presence. It wasn't until the elevator doors had shut behind them that she blinked back to life. She darted into the room, throwing the door open.

Andrea sat on the couch, looking perfectly fine. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were trembling with barely contained excitement.

Grace wasn't sure what had happened in the room. She asked eagerly, "Do you think he was satisfied?"

Andrea's face turned crimson, the blush crawling down her neck. "I think so. He just stared at me, not saying anything."

Grace let out a breath of relief. Ethan never looked at people like that, so maybe he really was taken with Andrea.

Perhaps the emotions had hit him too hard, which was why he left so abruptly. Even the most powerful men would unravel a little when faced with the person they had never really gotten over.

Andrea clutched Grace's hand, her voice trembling with excitement. "Do you think I'll get to see him again, Ms. Lambert?"

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