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.

while Ethan's followed behind. What Grace didn't

mood inside the

darker by the second. And Damien, of

stealing glances at him, studying him like

wasn't the type to talk unless he had to. He

saying a

they pulled up outside the restaurant that Damien finally

silence.

asked you out and you said you were busy," he said in a

suddenly free? Ethan, man, something's up

Once something didn't sit right with him,

wouldn't let it go.

him completely, got out of the car, and maneuvered

to push the wheelchair, and they

out his phone to make a call. He

number.

you ever notice something weird between

keeping his voice

but it always seemed too

seriously believe.

with his long legs kicked

noticed it way earlier, but he loved sitting back and

how?" Julian said

don't know how to

muttered. "I asked him

today and he said

later, Grace

free. Now,

with my

eyes."

loud hearing that.

third-wheel Grace and Ethan.

he drawled lazily. "Then you'd better keep

off."

snorted. "Don't worry. I won't

he

at

slowly shaking

gone

to finally get a

it

ruined.

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