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.

help but laugh even as she straightened back up and

down.

fingertips twitched for a moment. He gave

an eyebrow and gave himself

Ethan.

up whatever she

up, and since the

me to go

"No need."

sat back down, keeping a good ten feet

was huge, built for private banquets and meant

no small tables in a place

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

I don't know

pull.

ideas you've

the rumors going

your doing,

spread

didn't you?

your information, Mr. Henderson Senior is still

That should tell you everything. The Hendersons have

considered you."

loud enough for Grace to

in her hands. "Mr. Jensen, I know

where I stand."

the dishes

leaned toward

introducing the meal.

sure she didn't sound

gone

cooking method

the reservation.

Henderson, the broth in this dish is

she could finish, Damien cut in, "No talking while