Regret Came Too Late

At that moment, Andrea stirred awake, rubbing her eyes. There weren't any noticeable marks on her body because Liam was too inexperienced to do anything rough.

She sat there for several seconds, dazed, then climbed out of bed. Her face was pale with a green tint to it.

Her reaction made Liam believe even more that last night had been entirely his drunken fault. It was his first time with a girl, and he had no clue how to handle any of it.

Andrea suddenly dropped to her knees. "Mr. Lambert, if you don't want to see me anymore, I'll leave today and never bother you again," she said, her voice trembling.

Liam felt his heart twist in pain. He had been so lonely these past weeks, desperate to hear from Grace and see her, but she hadn't even called-not even once.

Andrea had been a rare kindness, a soft breeze cutting through his pain.

But he hadn't wanted this to happen. Panic gnawed at his chest-he didn't know what the hell to do.

Right now, all he wanted to do was call Grace and ask her what he was supposed to do.

But then, Andrea dropped to her knees.

"Mr. Lambert, please, don't tell Grace. I don't want her to think I'm that kind of woman," she begged through her tears.

Liam felt like his head was going to explode. His temples throbbed, and his heart raced with guilt and confusion.

like this,

a certain tenderness

shaky hand down his face, pressing his fingertips into his

me a moment,"

quickly.

tried to stand, but as soon as she put weight

out instinctively, steadying

you okay?" he asked, brows furrowed

In his mind, he must have hurt her, especially when he remembered the stark red stain on the bedsheets- she had been

pale as she shook her head a

her a cup of warm water from

was filled with

silence for over an hour,

left on her own

if it had worked, but her hand

she could get pregnant after just

Liam couldn't calm

fists against the windows, desperately trying to get the attention of his guards. His palms