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.

down the hem of her nightgown and lowered her head to thank him.

drove off right away, seemingly uninterested in why

deep breath and took out her phone to call Ed again, but he didn't answer the call. She hurried to the door and

she entered was incorrect he

knocked on the door. "Ed, are

give up, the door opened slightly. Ed's voice was a little

really found out about it. That was why he had changed the passcode out

quickly pushed the door open and stepped inside, but before she could say a word, he had already lifted her onto the cabinet at the entrance.

with both hands. Just as she was about to kiss him

here to break up with

She leaned against his shoulder. His actions w were now stirring up the effects of the drug she had barely

rose, and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead.

too anxious on the way here to notice the effects

catching a glimpse of him crouching down in a fleeting moment

do that..." she

like a man who had been scorched

few strands of his hair. Her chest heaved violently, and she had