Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 162

Selene was holding onto a man's arm. Grace didn't recognize him, but she still gave him a polite smile.

Selene didn't know who was inside the private dining room at that time, so she just went ahead with the introduction.

"Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Vincent Calloway. He's a university professor."

Grace offered Vincent a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Professor Calloway."

Vincent appeared to be in his 30s and had a refined, elegant demeanor that exuded the charm of a mature man.

"Nice to meet you, too."

Grace recalled that she still had documents to deliver. Just as she was about to find an excuse to slip inside, she heard the male voice from earlier begin speaking from inside the private room.

"Hey, Selene! You found a boyfriend but didn't bring him home? We would have loved to see him."

Selene hadn't expected Damien to be inside, and her smile suddenly faded a bit.

He had already opened the door of the private dining room on his own, and his gaze swiftly fell on Vincent.

Even if Grace wasn't the brightest, she still could tell something was off.

Did these two siblings have a bad relationship?

Damien didn't let his gaze linger on Vincent for too long before mocking Selene, "Your taste in men is still as old-fashioned as ever."

She tucked a lock of her long, curly hair behind her ear. "Watch your mouth, Damien."

Damien averted his gaze and shifted to the side. "Since everyone's here, come in and join us then."

Selene was about to decline when Damien narrowed his eyes and said, "Professor Calloway, you haven't met the Jensens yet, have you?"

Selene smiled briefly. "Alright, we'll join you. I hope we're not intruding, Mr. Henderson."

She directed her words specifically at Ethan.

Ethan was sitting in a wheelchair and gave her a gentle nod.

Grace wasn't too interested in getting involved in their family drama, so she quickly walked to Ethan's side and took a seat.

Selene and Vincent sat next to each other, while Damien sat alone on the other side.

Just then, a server knocked on the door and entered. "Excuse me, would you like us to start serving the dishes?"

Nobody inside the room responded.

The server felt an odd chill down her spine, and then she suddenly heard a voice as soft as a snowflake.

"Yes, you may serve now."

As Ethan finished speaking, he turned to Grace and asked, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Grace felt incredibly uneasy. Although the atmosphere seemed peaceful for now, she still felt like she was about to get caught in the middle of a crossfire.

"I'm fine with anything. I'll have whatever you're having, Mr. Henderson," she said.

The five of them remained silent for a while. When breakfast was served, Grace lowered her head and started eating quietly. Then, Damien finally broke the silence with a question.

"Selene, why wouldn't you pick up my calls?"

So, the drama was about to unfold.

Grace had a feeling she was about to hear some shocking gossip, perhaps something truly dramatic like a complete fallout between the siblings.

He flicked the ashes off with his fingers twice before putting the cigarette in his mouth, then frowned in disgust.

"Still smoking this same flavour?"

Grace initially wanted to step in and stop them, thinking they were about to fight. But when she saw his behaviour, she instinctively froze.

It just… didn't feel like a fight was about to happen.

Selene attempted to shove him away, but he pinned her hand to his chest instead.

"Selene, you still haven't answered my question yet. Why won't you answer my calls?"

But Selene had already answered his question back in the private room they were in. Damien just wasn't satisfied with her response.

He gripped her hand tightly, refusing to let go. His gaze was intensely aggressive. "Just because we slept together? That's why you're avoiding me? I thought you were never afraid of anything."

Selene frowned and tried to pull her hand back. "Are you done?"

"No."

He lifted her hand and bit down on her fingertip.

"You knew I'd make a fuss, so you kept running away from me. You know I wasn't drunk that night. And you were the one who made the first move.

"You slept with me, so you're my woman. But now you have a boyfriend! So what am I to you then?"

"Damien!" Selene shouted.

As soon as she uttered his name, Damien threw away his cigarette, lifted her legs, and forcefully kissed her.