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.

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

car stopped right in front of her, and from the cracked window came

"Get in."

a beat, but then she quickly opened the door and slipped inside. She was frozen to the bone. The heat inside the car made her shiver and instinctively

left the file on his lap. He didn't even

the dark shadows beneath his eyes had deepened. It didn't make him any less handsome just a

main house in Palm Bay. Grace got out of the

Grace didn't know what to say either, so she simply sat nearby, quietly

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

popping one pill and

that for insomnia? It didn't

latter with a hand on his arm. "Mr. Bennett, is that for

same curt professionalism as before, then shook