Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 338

Ethan kept his head low and remained silent.

Grace felt awkward standing there, but since she was close friends with Selene, she didn't dare just walk away either.

The sharp sound of a slap echoed down the hallway.

Damien clutched his face, the veins at his temple throbbing. He forced himself to smile through it, but his voice shook.

"Isn't it true, though?" he said bitterly. "I just don't get it. What do I lack? Every time you're done using me, you toss me aside without a second thought. Selene, what the hell do I have to do to matter to you? Look at him. We slept together not long ago, and he won't even throw a punch over it. He doesn't even care."

If Damien knew that Selene had also slept with Vincent, he would have completely lost his mind.

If he had to suffer, then everyone else should suffer too.

Vincent adjusted his glasses calmly, his voice steady as he said, "I respect Selene's decisions."

"Respect?" Damien scoffed, full of scorn. "More like you're gutless."

Selene took a deep breath. "Enough, Damien. If you're gonna lose it, don't do it here."

But Damien just shook his head, defiant. "No. I'm not done. Why do you get to treat me like this?"

Damien had been raised like royalty in the Jensen family, getting anything he wanted without ever needing to ask. The first real defeat he ever tasted was over his relationship with Selene.

He had spent his youth quietly burying his feelings, never daring to say them out loud. It was Selene who finally broke the silence, only to pull away just as quickly and draw a clear line between them.

Through it all, he had been the passive one-the one chasing and the one made small. Why should he accept that?

He stared at Selene, rage darkening his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he let out a cold laugh. "You think you can cut me off and marry someone else? Keep dreaming."

He yanked her wrist toward him and said, "I need to talk to you."

But before he could pull her closer, Vincent grabbed her other arm. And just like that, the two men locked eyes with neither backing down.

watching the scene unfold. It was an absolute

it was like the chaos in front of him didn't

then, the elevator arrived

attention and quickly pushed his wheelchair inside. Staying would've just made her look like she was standing around to enjoy the

over at him. "Mr. Henderson, how

with a cold expression.

Grace thought back to the five million dollars he had given her, then quickly adjusted her tone with a

the head chef from the restaurant upstairs

hand, even someone like

lingered on her face longer than necessary.

she started to feel nervous, Tim silently rolled up beside them and took over the wheelchair without

blinked, belatedly wondering if she had said something wrong again. Why did it feel

behind, only to spot someone

had asked Andrea to stand in for her, it had touched one of Ethan's bottom lines.

Andrea had

moved fast, trying to intercept

by Ethan's looks, she walked right up to him with a flirtatious sway and a bright smile. "Mr. Henderson, do you remember

polished. She clearly thought Ethan would remember

of looking at her, Ethan raised his eyes and looked directly at

She stepped forward quickly, trying to pull Andrea

you promised I'd get to see Mr. Henderson again. You left me waiting in

swamped with crisis after crisis. And besides, she had already paid Andrea ten thousand dollars to bail her

to be virtuous and claiming she'd never go near a man again? With that kind of money and no need to

eyes

Grace got it instantly.

women, one look was a bit would take. Coupled with his money, power, and the O untouchable air he gave off, it was no wonder Andrea couldn't look

at first sight. Since then, she had been spinning fantasy after fantasy

completely forgotten who she was. Just a month ago, she was awkward, desperate, and

expression went cold. She turned and said politely, "Mr. Henderson, you should