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 word this time. She

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

"Get in."

beat, but then she quickly opened the door and slipped inside. She was frozen to the bone. The heat inside the

left the file on his

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

the main house in Palm Bay. Grace got out of the

what to say either, so she simply sat

in his hand. "Mr. Henderson, here

gave a short hum and took the bottle, popping one pill and chasing it down with a sip

that for insomnia? It didn't look

with a hand on

then shook her hand off. "It's none of your