Regret Came Too Late

The moment those words left Damien's mouth, the atmosphere in the room grew unbearably strained.

This wasn't the first time he had said something like this-and he meant every word.

Selene drew a deep breath and set down her utensils. "Get out. Don't come looking for me again. The Jensen family's been calling me lately, and I won't let this escalate."

Every time they met, she asked him not to make a scene. Yet Damien had never once listened.

Rising abruptly, he grabbed the tablecloth and yanked it hard, sending the carefully prepared dishes crashing to the floor. It turned the room into chaos, with spilled food and shattered porcelain.

His gaze cut to Vincent, and suddenly, he smirked. "Selene and I grew up together. Whatever reason you two are together, it doesn't matter. You're not marrying her as long as I'm breathing. Professor Calloway, you're still young. Go find someone else."

Ever composed behind his glasses, Vincent simply tightened his grip on Selene's hand.

His stance was clear-he would never look for someone else; he had already chosen her.

his breathing grew ragged. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "I honestly can't

childish men. Vincent would never

voice remained firm, her gaze calm and unflinching. "If you continue this nonsense, I'll shift my work entirely overseas. In fact, that's something I've been planning

there was no need

moment to compose himself before quietly gathering up

the corner, intending to tidy up the chaos on the floor. However, being born as

dull ache spreading across her

between them, and the debt of gratitude for her upbringing weighed heavily on

stepped forward, reaching for the mop in

its usual commanding

the broken shards into the trash, and

condition has worsened. She

did she make her way slowly to the side and pull out a cigarette with