Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 133 Chapter 133 Jordan wanted to see Grace. Grace instinctively reached for her phone, wanting to call Ethan. But the moment she pulled it out, one of the bodyguards gently pushed her hand down. His tone remained polite as he said, "Mr. Henderson Senior won't harm you. He just wants to have a few words with you." She had no choice but to put her phone away. Even as she got into the car, her mind was racing. She had a good idea why Jordan wanted to see her.

Jordan was a man who had weathered countless storms. Back when he still held power, his reputation alone commanded deep respect. Even now, in retirement, plenty of people still jumped at the chance to see him. But in this circle, there were still many who'd never had the privilege of meeting him face-to-face. Grace stepped into the Henderson Residence, a place that was rich with old-world charm. The property had been in the family for ages.

Locals liked to say that back in the day, even prominent politicians used to drop by on their way to the capitol. In Druville, no amount of money could buy a house here. Every property in this neighborhood was owned by influential figures. As the heavy iron gates swung open, Grace caught sight of multiple guards patrolling the grounds. The car continued down the private road for another ten minutes before finally stopping in front of the main house. "Ms.

Lambert, this way, please," the bodyguard said, still perfectly polite. He never looked down on her as if he hadn't heard any of the gossip circulating about her. After stepping out of the car, Grace was led through the grand front hall and up to a study on the second floor. The study spanned nearly two thousand square feet, and rich dark rosewood was used throughout, filling the space with a subtle, earthy fragrance.

At its center stood a desk crafted froma rare type of wood that was priceless and impossible to find on the market. It was an intimidating space. But when Grace saw Jordan standing behind the desk, calmly painting, she oddly felt more composed. The door shut quietly behind her, leaving only the two of them in the room. Jordan, dressed in a suit, slowly set down his brush and rinsed his hands in a basin on the desk. Grace gave a respectful nod and greeted, "Mr.

Henderson Senior." Jordan's face remained unreadable as he took his time, ---- meticulously wiping his fingers with the towel. She didn't rush to ask why she had been summoned. She simply stood there, calm and composed -as if silently engaging ina battle of patience. Her poise caught Jordan slightly off guard. He slowly set the towel aside and got straight to the point.

"Ethan is the son I value most." None of the younger generations of the Hendersons, even collectively, cclose to how important Ethan was to Jordan. Grace's expression shifted, becoming even more respectful. She replied, "Indeed. Mr. Henderson truly is exceptional -a powerhouse in the business world." Jordan's eyes narrowed slightly as he gave her a slow once- over before saying, "There's no need for flattery, Grace.

Not with me." She felt her palms grow damp with sweat and quickly raised her head. "Mr. Henderson Senior, I understand what you're getting at. But I can assure you-I've never dared to harbor any romantic thoughts about Mr. Henderson. You've likely misunderstood." After a pause, she added, "I'm staying in Palm Bay on Mr. Yule's instruction. Mr. Henderson's insomnia was becoming a real issue; it was affecting his health.

I happen to have a unique physical condition that seems to help him sleep, like a natural sedative. ---- "That's all it's ever been. There's never been anything inappropriate between us. You're welcto ask him yourself. Her tone was polite, her words clear and unflinching. Jordan slowly sat down, lifted the cup from the side table, and gently brushed away the foam on top before taking a sip. He then said, "I believe in Ethan.

He once toldhe'd never marry because the person he truly cares about..." He paused, took a slow sip of tea, then gently set the cup down before he continued, "If he hadn't chosen to let go of what happened two years ago, wouldn't have spared you." Jordan was clearly referring to the car accident. Achill crept down Grace's spine. She froze slightly, forcing herself to stay calm. Without knowing the full truth, she didn't dare say anything reckless.

Jordan added, "Ethan isn't someone you can climb your way up to. He'll never love you. His heart already belongs to someone else. In our family, he's the only one who's ever loved like that." So, it was true. The entire Henderson family knew Ethan loved Eleanor. And Eleanor's death was tied to Grace. It spoke volumes about Ethan's upbringing-that even with what happened, he had never once lashed out. She drew in a quiet breath and then said, "Mr. Henderson Senior, I understand.

If I ever cross a line with Mr. Henderson, ---- T'll accept whatever consequences come." Someone like Jordan could make someone disappear without a trace. For the sake of survival, she added a lie she knew he'd want to hear. "Besides, the entire Druville knows I'm already in love with someone else. I may have been distant with him lately, but the truthis... I've always hoped he'd cback to me. "Mr. Henderson is undeniably exceptional. He's elegant and powerful, but he's not the one for me.

He's way too good for me. And I don't deserve him." Jordan was a little surprised to see how well Grace understood the situation. He studied her in silence for several seconds before finally looking away and saying, "If you help with his insomnia, then stay put-and stay quiet." Grace let out a sharp breath of relief. Only then did she realize her back was drenched in sweat. Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door behind her. She turned and saw Ethan in his wheelchair.

He must have just arrived. She couldn't be sure how much he had heard, but in the end, it didn't matter. She had meant every word, Ethan was the dream man for countless women. Even without the use of his legs, he still topped the lists of ideal partners. Ssocialites had even pursued him publicly, claiming they ----were willing to accommodate him in any position. That kind of boldness was almost ridiculous. And yet, for sreason, Grace's mind wandered. If his condition was permanent, what kind of positions would he use in bed? The sound of the wheelchair rolling forward snapped her back to reality. Ethan rolled up beside her and greeted Jordan respectfully," Dad." Jordan gave him a rare look of concern. "How's the physical therapy going?" "It's fine," Ethan replied. "Good. Grace, you can go now," Jordan said. She nodded quickly and left the study without hesitation. But the door remained open.

No one told her to leave completely, so she naturally just lingered just outside, listening as the conversation continued. The first few lines were just polite small talk it was o surprisingly formal, given it was a conversation between father and son. Then ca sudden shift. "Ethan, are you still waiting for her?" Grace's ears instantly perked up, and a flicker of light sparked inher eyes. Ethan was quiet for several seconds before answering with a single word. "... Yeah.""