Regret Came Too Late

When Grace got into Tim's car, she kept her head down, looking a bit dejected.

"Ms. Lambert, do you want me to send you home?" Tim asked.

She didn't reply and lowered her head to call Ed again, but there was still no answer. She wondered if he had found out about tonight's incident from someone else and was tormenting himself in his villa.

"Ms. Lambert?" Tim pulled the car over to the side of the road. After waiting for ten minutes, he finally saw her close her eyes in defeat.

"Mr. Bennett, you've worked with Mr. Henderson for so many years. Do you know if he likes anything besides work?" Grace asked.

She could give him a set of limited-edition clubs if he liked golf, or she could try her best to buy him a good horse if he was into equestrian sports.

He certainly had hobbies like these, right?

Tim glanced at her through the rearview mirror and answered, "Mr. Henderson doesn't like work."

"Then just tell me what I can give him to make him happy."

Tim said nothing, his hands gripping the steering wheel. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Do you want me to take you home, Ms. Lambert?"

She told him the address of Ed's villa and then stared outside the window quietly. Tim drove very slowly, and it took them half an hour longer than usual to get there. As she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind swept over her. It was only then that she realized she was only wearing the nightgown with nothing underneath.

held down the hem of her nightgown and lowered her head

uninterested in why she had

phone to call Ed again, but he didn't

showed that the passcode she entered

the cold, she knocked on the door. "Ed, are you

slightly. Ed's voice was a

was when she realized he had really found out about it. That was why he had changed the

say a word, he had already lifted her onto the cabinet at the entrance. His hand

hands. Just as she was about to kiss him in guilt, her whole body froze. His fingers

here to break up with

thought about that." She leaned against his shoulder. His actions w were now stirring up the effects

beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her palms clung

on the way here to notice the effects of the drug setting in. Now, all she

of him crouching down

do that..."

who had been scorched in the desert for ages and had finally discovered the water body

grasped, a few strands of his hair. Her chest