Regret Came Too Late

When Selene reached the apartment, she found Vincent waiting outside.

Vincent was a model of gentleness-a university professor whose scholarly demeanor clung to him like well-worn parchment.

He lifted the bag of groceries in his hand and beamed. "Are you done with your meetings?"

Selene paused mid-step, gave a slight nod, and unlocked the door.

Vincent followed her inside, naturally changing into indoor shoes at the entrance before handing her a pair, asking, "What do you want to eat?"

Selene yawned and sprawled onto the couch in the living room. "Anything simple."

Vincent took the apron hanging nearby and approached her. Bracing his hands on the back of the couch, he leaned over her reclined form and studied her face.

Selene, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed but knew exactly what he was doing.

"Professor Calloway," she muttered drowsily. "I've been terrified of teachers since childhood."

He chuckled softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair away from her cheek.

Selene didn't avoid his touch. She was simply too tired at this point.

later, the

delivery. She forced herself up and shuffled

making it clear she wasn't going to move.

a guest. In a casual tone, he said, "Selene, come grab the dishes." In the next second, Damien shoved the door open with a loud thud, causing Selene to stumble back as she watched him

He was just about to

the chicken soup steaming on the counter. His lips

vanished

this is,

he said, "Sure, Another day, then. But since I'm already here, I might as well try Professor Calloway's cooking see how it compares to the meals our housekeeper

she could react. His voice was

Damien seem like an intruder who had

rose in his chest, and he seethed with the

Vincent were officially a couple. Whatever he thought he was doing here

sets of dishes, politely placing the

genuinely hungry. She had been in meetings for two days and had only eaten bread and drunk a few sips