Regret Came Too Late

Yancey froze. At that moment, he was at a loss for words, and his face turned ghost-white.

Grace bent down, picked up the coat, and tossed it back at him. "This coat is worth thousands of dollars. Don't throw it around like it's trash. Every penny you're spending is from the Henderson family. You haven't earned anything on your own."

Yet another hit. The last trace of color drained from Yancey's face. He held the coat against him and turned away slowly. But as he opened the car door, he still couldn't help himself. His voice trembled, his eyes burning. "Grace... That guy you're seeing, who is he? Can I at least meet him?"

He just needed to know how he lost. Even if he was a loser, how could a waiter beat him?

Grace didn't even open her eyes when she answered, "Why do you want to meet him? He doesn't like being around people."

A waiter who didn't like being around people? He probably just didn't want to embarrass Grace in public because of how ugly he was.

And it wasn't like Grace lacked options. Her own younger brother, Liam, looked like he walked out of a magazine.

Yancey got into the car and slammed the door shut. Fine. Let her hide him. He would find that guy sooner or later.

there, waiting until 9:00 pm. Finally, Ethan's car pulled up. She didn't say a word this time. She figured

her,

"Get in."

slipped inside. She was frozen to the bone.

never left the file on his lap. He

dark shadows beneath his eyes had deepened. It didn't

Grace got out of

silent as he was brought to the study. Grace didn't know what to say either, so

the door and stepped inside with a small bottle in his hand. "Mr. Henderson, here

one pill and

Was that for insomnia? It

the hallway, stopping the latter with a hand on his arm. "Mr. Bennett,

professionalism as before, then shook her hand