Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 147

---- Chapter 147 Grace's eyes flicked to Ethan, but Tim was standing in the way. "Mr. Henderson, I swear I didn't mean to do it. My mind just went completely blank after drinking those three glasses." By now, Ethan was seated in his wheelchair, facing away from her. He still hadn't said a word. Grace's face turned red with frustration as she saw Tim turning to push Ethan away. "Mr. Henderson!" Finally, Ethan lifted his head.

His clothes were straightened , his gaze was calm, and his voice was low. "I know you didn't mean anything by it." Grace nodded vigorously but felt like his expression had darkened even more. She stood frozen in place, helplessly watching as Ethan was wheeled away. The business partners followed, leaving one by one. The once -bustling private room now fell into a deep silence.

Grace collapsed into a chair, the lingering effects of the alcohol hitting her stomach, making her feel utterly miserable. She sat there for ten minutes, only to hear footsteps approaching from outside the room. She thought the staff were here to clean up the mess. But suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed, and before she ---- could adjust to the darkness, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

Her back was pressed against the wall, and the man's overwhelming presence surrounded her instantly. She tried to focus and see who it was, but the darkness blurred her vision. The next instant, his lips crashed onto hers. Her pupils contracted , and her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, struggling to push him away. But the aftereffects of the alcohol hit her hard, and she felt weak. The lack of oxygen only deepened her disorientation , and she could sense herself being lifted.

breaking free. Grace had nowhere to escape. She was unable to distance herself from the powerful , suffocating air surrounding them. Her neck was gripped firmly, and her chin was forcibly lifted. The lack of air made her

were unchanged, but a whole hour had passed. She rubbed her temples, laughing at herself. How did she manage to dream up something so absurd in her drunken state? Was she really that desperate for a man's attention? Everyone had always said that she'd been Ethan's lapdog for years and that Yancey had always looked

parched. As she tried to stand up, her legs wobbled, and she almost collapsed to the floor. She felt weak as if she had just woken from an oxygen-deprived slumber. Frowning, she leaned against the chair for support and took a long time to gather her strength. When she left the private room, she realized the entire floor was

floor. ---- She was about to hail a cab to go home when she noticed that Ethan's car was still there. After remembering the awkward moment from an hour ago,

Jodie's voice. "Grace, you really are a bad penny that just won't quit. How do you manage to pop up everywhere I go? Talk about bad luck!"

look at Ethan and didn't want to provoke Jodie, so she took a few steps back. Jodie looked at her face, paused for

a deep breath and sneered, "Don't think I don't know what's going on. You're playing it up, acting all innocent , but you're actually fooling around with someone else in a place like this? Aren't you worried about getting caught? Do you have no shame?" Grace couldn't be bothered to respond to her, but