Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 337

This was a high-end private banquet, and Grace had even specially asked them to add extra courses. It shouldn't have been possible for anyone to leave hungry.

Ethan didn't answer her. He kept his head down, his expression unreadable.

Grace, thinking about the five million dollars he had casually handed her earlier, gave a small, awkward smile and tried to smooth things over. "Maybe I could head over to Palm Bay and whip up a few light dishes for you?" she offered.

The words had barely left her mouth when Damien snorted from the side.

"Going to Palm Bay to make a midnight snack?" he sneered. "Come on, it's obvious what you're really after. You're not fooling anyone."

Damien raised an eyebrow, smirking like he was waiting for a thank-you. He had come tonight to shut down whatever plans Grace thought she had. But as he kept smiling, an uneasy feeling crept up inside him.

Ethan asked coolly, "Where's Selene tonight?"

That caught Damien completely off guard. He had no idea where Selene was. Ever since the last time they slept together, she had been avoiding him like the plague. Even thinking about it twisted something inside him.

He needed her. She, apparently, didn't need him. And that brutal truth cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

Before he could say anything, Grace jumped in. "I think Selene mentioned she's meeting her boyfriend tonight," she said lightly.

air seemed to wrap around him as he pulled out his

happened to be eating dinner with Vincent at the same

nearby private room swung open, Grace found herself face-to- face with Selene. For a second, neither of them spoke. Selene hadn't seen Damien yet. She was still smiling easily at

restaurant suggestions this morning," Selene said teasingly. "Trying to impress Mr.

suddenly stiffened. She had caught the heavy, scorching glare drilling into her from down the hallway. She

wasn't looking at Grace.

at

was locked

kill, Vincent

dead on the

university professor, gave a

felt like the air pressure in the corridor had dropped ten degrees. Tension

gasoline on a fire, Ethan asked a simple, polite question from his wheelchair,

the kind of small talk you made when you ran into old friends perfectly normal. Except in this case, it hit

his

his voice shaking. "Selene, you're marrying

betrayal-all of it bled out of

wasn't planning on marrying Vincent—at least not yet. She didn't even understand

lips together and said softly,