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.

the window, frowning deeply

seconds later, he chuckled. "That's too complicated. I still prefer expensive,

to meet his casual hook-up tonight,

What made it even better was that she never clung to him afterward. She would

didn't want messy attachments. He wanted the Yule family to see him sleeping

woman had simply texted him, "I'm busy. I

since they had last slept together. Did she really not miss him at

at the screen for a while, then typed out

there was

was still no reply. He felt

Yet somehow, he had met

trouble. Especially that lady back home. I don't even know what she looks like." Grace wisely didn't respond. She had no interest in poking that particular