Regret Came Too Late

Grace felt a little uncomfortable. Damien's gaze never left her. Sometimes, he

frowned; other times, he pressed his lips into a thin line. She had no idea what he

was thinking. All she knew was that under his stare, she felt like an object on

display.

The whole private room felt colder by the second. When she finally glanced up,

she realized something else was wrong. Ethan didn't look so good either. His face

was pale, and he kept sipping water, his wrist tense around the glass.

Grace quickly got up and walked over to him. "Mr. Henderson, are you feeling

alright?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

Ethan lowered his lashes. Both his hands were wrapped around his glass. "I'm

fine," he said simply.

But Grace knew him better than that. Even if he was really hurting, he wouldn't

waste words complaining about it.

She leaned in a little closer, whispering, "Is it your stomach? There's a pharmacy

nearby. I can run and grab you something if you want."

Before Ethan could answer, Damien slammed his head on the table.

"Ms. Lambert, why don't you sit back down and keep some distance, yeah?" he

asked sharply.

Grace finally caught on. Damien wasn't just being weird; he was guarding Ethan

against her. He thought she had ulterior motives.

laugh even as she straightened back up and went to

down.

fingertips twitched for a moment. He

gave himself silent

deserve someone like Ethan.

up whatever

up, and since the

"Do you need me to

"No need."

sat back down, keeping a good

for private

tables in

had barely sat down when Damien let out a low,

don't know what

pull.

ideas you've

the rumors going

your

You spread

didn't you?

for your information, Mr. Henderson Senior is still

That should tell you everything. The Hendersons have

considered you."

it just loud

closed the menu in her hands. "Mr. Jensen, I know

where I stand."

all the dishes

leaned toward

began introducing the

sure she

had gone

cooking method when

the reservation.

broth in

cut in, "No