Regret Came Too Late

On the other side, Grace hadn't been hurt, but Liam, standing next to her, was still visibly shaken.

"Grace, I'll get you something to change into. Go shower and wash that gasoline smell off you," he said.

Grace nodded and headed into the villa. As she walked through the main hall, she locked eyes with Andrea.

Andrea arched a brow smugly and scoffed, turning her head with a snide remark, "Serves you right. Guess you've made a lot of enemies-everybody seems to want you dead."

She barely got the words out before Liam walked in and heard her.

His lips pressed into a thin line, voice dropping low and cold. "Andrea."

Knowing how much he cared about Grace right now, Andrea raised her shoulders in a fake shrug. "Alright, I was just kidding. I mean, I'm worried too. Why don't I let her borrow some of my clothes?"

Liam didn't even acknowledge the offer. Instead, he turned around and called Sebastian, asking him to bring a fresh set of Grace's clothes.

After he hung up, his tone got even harsher.

Grace was already upstairs. The only people left in the

need your clothes. She'd probably be disgusted. She's never liked you. So do us both a

turned pale, then flushed red in

house in this villa, soaking up the attention like a trophy wife. Everyone tiptoed around her,

still just the girl who used to work in a bar. Even if she eventually married Liam, it was

Grace had to

as her hand

wrapped in a towel. She was already exhausted from everything, and the attempted

door, Liam knocked. "Grace, I'm opening the door just a crack to pass you your

to answer when a sharp, blinding pain

a response

"Grace?"

voice came out weak,

drenched

door open. "What's