Regret Came Too Late

The moment those words left Damien's mouth, the atmosphere in the room grew unbearably strained.

This wasn't the first time he had said something like this-and he meant every

word.

Selene drew a deep breath and set down her utensils. "Get out. Don't come looking for me again. The Jensen family's been calling me lately, and I won't let this escalate."

Every time they met, she asked him not to make a scene. Yet Damien had never once listened.

Rising abruptly, he grabbed the tablecloth and yanked it hard, sending the carefully prepared dishes crashing to the floor. It turned the room into chaos, with spilled food and shattered porcelain.

His gaze cut to Vincent, and suddenly, he smirked. "Selene and I grew up together. Whatever reason you two are together, it doesn't matter. You're not marrying her as long as I'm breathing. Professor Calloway, you're still young. Go find someone else."

Ever composed behind his glasses, Vincent simply tightened his grip on Selene's hand.

His stance was clear-he would never look for someone else; he had already chosen her.

pursed, and his breathing grew ragged. After a long pause, he finally managed to

men. Vincent would never barge into someone's home and overturn their

you continue this nonsense, I'll shift my work entirely overseas. In fact, that's something

behind, there was no need for her to live in their shadow

Damien's gaze as he froze in place.

quietly gathering up

floor and then pulling

being born as an heir of the Jensen family, such tasks were foreign to him. The more he tried

a dull ache spreading across

Damien. But the towering weight of the Jensen family stood between them, and the debt of gratitude for her upbringing

the mop in Damien's hands. "Let

of its usual commanding presence

into the trash, and then

as his hand

turned back

She keeps asking for you, and