Regret Came Too Late

When Grace got into Tim's car, she kept her head down, looking a bit dejected.

"Ms. Lambert, do you want me to send you home?" Tim asked.

She didn't reply and lowered her head to call Ed again, but there was still no answer. She wondered if he had found out about tonight's incident from someone else and was tormenting himself in his villa.

"Ms. Lambert?" Tim pulled the car over to the side of the road. After waiting for ten minutes, he finally saw her close her eyes in defeat.

"Mr. Bennett, you've worked with Mr. Henderson for so many years. Do you know if he likes anything besides work?" Grace asked.

She could give him a set of limited-edition clubs if he liked golf, or she could try her best to buy him a good horse if he was into equestrian sports.

He certainly had hobbies like these, right?

Tim glanced at her through the rearview mirror and answered, "Mr. Henderson doesn't like work."

"Then just tell me what I can give him to make him happy."

Tim said nothing, his hands gripping the steering wheel. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Do you want me to take you home, Ms. Lambert?"

She told him the address of Ed's villa and then stared outside the window quietly. Tim drove very slowly, and it took them half an hour longer than usual to get there. As she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind swept over her. It was only then that she realized she was only wearing the nightgown with nothing underneath.

down the hem of her nightgown and lowered her head to thank him. "Thank you,

right away, seemingly uninterested in why she had come to such

and took out her phone to call Ed again, but

display showed that the passcode she entered was incorrect he

she knocked on the door. "Ed, are you

was about to give up, the door opened slightly. Ed's voice was a little

it. That was

stepped inside, but before she could say a word, he had already lifted her onto the cabinet at the entrance. His hand slid up

both hands. Just as she

body froze. His

to break

against his shoulder. His actions w were now stirring up

of the drug she had

body temperature rose, and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her palms clung

been too anxious on the way here to notice the effects of the drug setting in. Now,

She leaned back uncontrollably, catching a glimpse of him crouching down in a

do that..." she

like a man who had been scorched