Regret Came Too Late

Damien grew even more suspicious, craning his neck to look into the car. "Who

are you texting? We blow up your phone and you never answer us," he grumbled.

Ethan calmly shoved Damien's head out of the way and rolled the window up

without a word.

Undeterred, Damien knocked on the glass. "I'm supposed to meet a few of the

college leaders. Since you're already here, wanna grab dinner later?"

"I don't have time for that," Ethan said flatly.

Damien felt like he had just been punched in the gut. Then why the hell was he

even here?

He turned to leave. But just then, another car pulled up and parked right in front of

Ethan's.

The window rolled down, and there was Grace, flashing a stunning smile as she

waved over at Ethan. "Mr. Henderson, I just booked a place for lunch. Do you

want to join me?" she called.

Ethan's window lowered again. He let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah."

Damien stood there, frozen. He honestly thought he was hallucinating.

At that moment, Damien's assistant, Oliver Cooke, walked over and leaned in.

"Mr. Jensen, we should head out. Your meeting is about to start."

But Damien, without thinking, yanked open Ethan's car door and slid inside. He

waved Oliver off. "Push the meeting back. Tell them something came up."

Then, he turned to Grace, who was still sitting in her car ahead of them.

"Ms. Lambert, hope you don't mind me joining," Damien said with a sly smile.

Grace didn't mind at all. She had just gotten the jump on Damien by snatching

Jasper out from under him, and if staying friendly kept things from getting messy,

she was more than happy to play nice.

car led the way while Ethan's

the second car had gone

by the second. And

him, studying

type to talk unless he had to. He

saying a single

wasn't until they pulled up outside the restaurant that Damien finally

silence.

were busy," he said in a deadpan

suddenly free? Ethan,

was the stubborn type. Once something didn't sit

wouldn't let it go.

of the car,

moved to push the wheelchair, and they

behind, sneaking out his phone

number.

notice something weird between

his voice

had suspected something before, but it always seemed too crazy

seriously believe.

long legs kicked up, didn't

it way earlier, but he loved sitting

how?" Julian

how to

muttered. "I asked

today and he said he was

later, Grace asks,

he's free.

it with my own

eyes."

hearing that. Damien had basically

third-wheel Grace and Ethan.

he drawled lazily. "Then you'd better keep a close eye.

off."

"Don't worry. I won't let Grace take advantage

that, he hung

at his

slowly shaking

gone

to finally get

now, it was about to

ruined.

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