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

down.

moment. He gave Damien a long,

gave himself silent credit. In his mind,

someone like Ethan.

whatever she

had already straightened up, and since

me to go get some

"No need."

immediately sat back down, keeping a good ten feet

for private banquets and meant

no small tables in a

had barely sat down when Damien let out a low, mocking

think I don't know

pull.

you've got. I've

rumors

were your doing,

You spread them

didn't you?

your information, Mr. Henderson Senior is

should tell you everything. The Hendersons have never

considered you."

just loud enough for Grace

smiled calmly and closed the menu in her hands. "Mr. Jensen, I

where I stand."

dishes had been

leaned toward

began introducing the meal.

sure she didn't sound

had gone

method

the reservation.

Henderson, the broth in this

finish, Damien cut in, "No talking while