Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 162 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. "Letintroduce 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, cin 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 ina wheelchair and gave her a gentle nod. Grace wasn't too interested in getting involved in their family , 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.

"T'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 was about to unfold. Grace had a feeling she was about to hear sshocking gossip, perhaps something truly tic like a complete fallout between the siblings.

But Selene remained perfectly calm. "After leaving Jensen Group, I've been taking care of myself pretty well. [don't want people to think that I'm using my family nto get ahead in life, so I decided to keep my distance from everyone." Vincent picked up a caviar -filled bun for Selene with his fork, but Damien blocked him before it could even reach her plate. ---- "She's allergic to caviar." Vincent was a little shocked and turned to Selene. "We just had seafood together a few days ago.

Why didn't you tell me?" She picked up her own fork and was about to take the bun herself. "It's fine. I used to be allergic." But before her fork could even touch it, Damien had already tossed the bun into the trash can. Selene frowned slightly and set her fork down on the table. "T'm going out for a smoke," she said. She usually smoked in private, but the cigarettes she smoked were generally the light ones with fragrance.

Five minutes after she left, Damien also got up and walked out without saying a word. Grace was worried they would start fighting. Selene was her friend now, so of course she'd be concerned. Grace leaned toward Ethan and whispered, "Mr. Henderson, I'm going to check on Selene." She wasn't sure if she was imagining things, but she kept thinking Ethan was giving her a strange look. However, Ethan didn't stop her, so she quickly got up and followed him out.

Riverheart Bistro was a massive, multi-story establishment with beautifully decorated hallways. Since it was still early in the morning, the sky outside wasn't as bright as it would be at ---- noon, making the lighting inside appear dim and warm. The private rooms were spaced ten meters apart, with excellent soundproofing. After all, the restaurant's patrons were mostly high-profile business figures.

As Grace passed by one of the private rooms with its door wide open, she saw Damien pressing Selene against the wall in the corner. There was a cigarette between Selene's lips, and her gaze was clear and composed. She was just about to say something when Damien took the cigarette away from her mouth. He flicked the ashes off with his fingers twice before putting the cigarette in his mouth, then frowned in disgust.

"still smoking this sflavour?" Grace initially wanted to step in and stop them, thinking they were about to fight. But when she saw his om 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. "Justm 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 soonas she uttered his name, Damien threw away his cigarette, lifted her legs, and forcefully kissed her.