Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 377

When Selene reached the apartment, she found Vincent waiting outside.

Vincent was a model of gentleness—a university professor whose scholarly demeanor clung to him like well-worn parchment.

He lifted the bag of groceries in his hand and beamed. "Are you done with your meetings?"

Selene paused mid-step, gave a slight nod, and unlocked the door.

Vincent followed her inside, naturally changing into indoor shoes at the entrance before handing her a pair, asking, "What do you want to eat?"

Selene yawned and sprawled onto the couch in the living room. "Anything simple."

Vincent took the apron hanging nearby and approached her. Bracing his hands on the back of the couch, he leaned over her reclined form and studied her face.

Selene, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed but knew exactly what he was doing.

"Professor Calloway," she muttered drowsily. "I've been terrified of teachers since childhood."

He chuckled softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair away from her cheek.

Selene didn't avoid his touch. She was simply too tired at this point.

40 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Having recently ordered a few packages online, Selene assumed it was a delivery. She forced herself up and shuffled to the door, only to freeze when she saw Damien standing before her.

Her hand lay resolutely across the door handle, making it clear she wasn't going to move. A frown creased her brow as she asked, "What are you doing here?"

Just then, Vincent came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl, seemingly unaware that there was a guest. In a casual tone, he said, "Selene, come grab the dishes."

In the next second, Damien shoved the door open with a loud thud, causing Selene to stumble back as she watched him stride into the kitchen.

Startled by the sound, Vincent placed the dishes down and turned to come out. He was just about to go out to check when he collided squarely with Damien in the doorway.

Damien's gaze wandered over the three freshly prepared dishes and the chicken soup steaming on the counter. His lips curled into a sneer. "How cozy."

All drowsiness vanished from Selene's body.

"You're really shameless, Selene," he said coldly. "Out there, you treat me like a joke. Back here, you've got a well-trained housekeeper cooking for you."

Selene's expression darkened. She had endured his behavior repeatedly before finally saying, "Damien Jensen, when are you going to stop this childish act?"

Her cold gaze pierced straight through him, sharp as a poisoned arrow lodged in his heart.

He had played the role of devoted "younger brother," cloaking his infatuation beneath a veil of familial affection.

With that title, he had stationed himself by her side, shielding her from all pursuers with an air of righteous indignation, dismissing them one by one with a bold declaration.

"None of them are good enough for my sister."

It was Selene who had shattered that fragile illusion—whether drunk or not, she was the one who had crossed the line. Yet now, she welcomed him with nothing but cold indifference, as though she had forgotten the moment ever happened.

Damien had walked with pride his entire life and had never known such humiliation.

"Until you break up with him," he said bluntly.