Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 102

---- Chapter 102 Henderson Group's records room was huge, with a good 3,200 square feet of filing space.

Grace walked in carrying a broom, figuring she'd be stuck cleaning for hours, but the place was obviously professionally maintained.

There was not a speck of dust in sight, so there was no need for cleaning.

She grabbed a random book, plopped it over her face, and settled for anice, guilt-free nap.

She had lost track of time when the book was suddenly lifted from her face.

Grace blinked the sleep from her eyes, looked up, and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of Ethan standing there.

Ethan lifted the book, eyeing the cover before reading aloud in his rich, deep voice.

"Sharing a Home With My Boss?" Seriously? Since when did the records room stock this kind of trash? Grace had just needed something to shade her eyes.

She hadn't even looked at what she was grabbing! It must've belonged to one of the cleaning staff.

Heat flooded her cheeks, and her whole body grew tense.

"That's someone else's," she rushed to explain.

her, no longer in his wheelchair. The afternoon sunlight draped over them

turned to the first page with a graceful flick of his

Grace wanted to disappear.

more ----

for the book, yanking it away

Mr.

Henderson, trust me.

don't want that filth in your head." Ethan, clad in a black suit, took

were supposed to be cleaning, not napping." "sorry," Grace said instantly, dropping her

into the wheelchair

going somewhere." "Right now?" "Yeah."

the workday, but when the boss gave

on Ethan's good side could only

He had standards.

least he wasn't like Simon, always ready to tear into

arrived at the underground garage, Grace looked for Tim, but the driver's seat

she asked,

the back seat, Ethan narrowed

rather I drive you?" No way in hell was she letting her boss play

threw herself into the driver's

"No, I've got it.