Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 221

Damien didn't say another word. He slapped away Selene's hand that had been rubbing his face.

The back of Selene's hand stung from the slap, but she didn't mind. Instead, she got out of the car and moved into the driver's seat.

"I'll take you home. You're the CEO now. Stop running around by yourself. Many people are watching the Jensen family. You could be in danger at any moment," she reminded.

Damien slumped in the back seat, seemingly having given up completely.

"You might as well just let me die. I don't want to live anyway."

With a screech, the car came to a sudden stop.

Selene gripped the steering wheel tightly as she asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Damien's expression shifted into a smug grin like he'd found her weakness.

"So, you're afraid I'll die."

Selene turned around, ready to curse him out. But when she saw the madness in his eyes, she swallowed her words.

"I'll take you home first."

"I'm not going back," he said stubbornly.

"Then I'll take you to the office."

"I don't want to go to the office either."

Her brow twitched in frustration. Eventually, she compromised.

"You can't come to my place," she said.

"Oh? Already living with him now? Does he know you've slept with your own brother? Won't he feel disgusted when I call him my brother-in-law?"

"Damien!"

Selene slammed on the brakes, her expression darkening with anger.

"What exactly do you want?" she demanded.

"Break up with him," he replied quickly, then leaned in close. "If you want me to stop bothering you, break up with him. Don't date anyone else. Maybe then, I'll leave you alone."

Selene was silent for several seconds before slowly turning back to face forward.

"I'm taking him back to the Jensen family to meet the elders in a few days. Stop joking around."

Damien instantly relaxed, even shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, then. If that goes south, I'll just tell the elders I've slept with you."

Selene couldn't take it anymore and started grinding her teeth.

To outsiders, Damien was a living devil, and in her eyes, he was no different. He could switch moods in an instant and smile while saying the most bone-chilling things.

She said nothing more and continued driving.

He leaned over and pecked her cheek.

"Don't worry, I won't go to the Jensen residence. Take me to where you stay. I won't go inside, okay?"

"You sure you want to bring Vincent home? I can't guarantee I won't do something in front of the whole family."

Selene didn't respond. She quickly finished adjusting her clothes and opened the car door to leave.

Damien wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "Sis, you still haven't answered me. Are you really going to bring him home?"

Selene's expression kept shifting between anger, helplessness, and frustration. She didn't even know how to respond anymore.

"Let go."

Damien, seemingly content with the kisses, finally released her.

As he watched her walk away, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Then, he removed the hidden camera inside the car and exported the footage of him kissing Selene.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman under dim lighting—the photo looked incredibly suggestive.

He hovered his finger over the send button, intending to send it to Vincent. But after several seconds, he didn't press it.

Instead, he took a deep breath and started watching the video himself.

He watched Selene shift from rage to helplessness, then to concern for his bruised face, and finally being pinned and kissed by him for ten full minutes.

The longer he watched, the more powerful the urge in him burned, and it felt as though he was being brought to the edge of no return.

After flicking away his cigarette, he leaned his head back and exhaled deeply.

"Selene…"