Regret Came Too Late

Even when Simon had gone abroad, there were always women throwing themselves at him.

One flash of his luxury car and plenty of them would "accidentally" get into the wrong ride, all smiles and batting lashes.

He never needed to understand feelings. They were all cheap. In his world, the only thing that mattered was doing whatever made him happy.

Grace smiled faintly to herself. So much for the idea that money made men more romantic. If anything, it made them more cynical.

These rich men who were raised in silk and gold saw money as just numbers to them. Women were just names in a contact list piling up like moths to a flame, indistinguishable from one another. True affection barely stood a chance.

Grace turned to look out the window, her voice light. "That's because you haven't met the right one yet, Mr. Yule. When you do, you'll find yourself caring about things you never thought mattered. You'll care whether the gift she gives you is something she picked with her heart, not her wallet.

"The more expensive it is, the more it'll feel hollow. The cheaper, the more genuine. And all the more it'll hurt if she doesn't put any thought into it."

In the seat beside her, Ethan's eyelashes fluttered slightly. He turned his head to glance at her, then casually looked away.

leaned his head against the window, frowning deeply as if

seconds later, he chuckled. "That's too

his casual hook-up tonight, but lately, she had been

months, they had slept together more than ten times. Each time was great. What made it even better was that she never clung to him afterward. She would just text him

family to see him sleeping around

tonight, when he checked the message, the woman had simply texted him, "I'm busy.

since they had last slept together. Did

while, then typed

was no

no reply. He felt

thought he was heartless enough. Yet somehow, he had met someone even colder. His mood soured

still in the car, he sneered, "Women are nothing but trouble. Especially that lady back home. I