Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 352

At that moment, Andrea stirred awake, rubbing her eyes. There weren't any noticeable marks on her body because Liam was too inexperienced to do anything rough.

She sat there for several seconds, dazed, then climbed out of bed. Her face was pale with a green tint to it.

Her reaction made Liam believe even more that last night had been entirely his drunken fault. It was his first time with a girl, and he had no clue how to handle any of it.

Andrea suddenly dropped to her knees. "Mr. Lambert, if you don't want to see me anymore, I'll leave today and never bother you again," she said, her voice trembling.

Liam felt his heart twist in pain. He had been so lonely these past weeks, desperate to hear from Grace and see her, but she hadn't even called—not even once.

Andrea had been a rare kindness, a soft breeze cutting through his pain.

But he hadn't wanted this to happen. Panic gnawed at his chest—he didn't know what the hell to do.

Right now, all he wanted to do was call Grace and ask her what he was supposed to do.

But then, Andrea dropped to her knees.

"Mr. Lambert, please, don't tell Grace. I don't want her to think I'm that kind of woman," she begged through her tears.

Liam felt like his head was going to explode. His temples throbbed, and his heart raced with guilt and confusion.

When he saw her like this, Liam couldn't help but soften.

A man would always carry a certain tenderness toward his first woman.

He dragged a shaky hand down his face, pressing his fingertips into his temples.

"Just... give me a moment," he said hoarsely.

Andrea wiped her eyes quickly. "Okay, I'll leave you alone."

She tried to stand, but as soon as she put weight on her legs, she stumbled hard.

Liam reached out instinctively, steadying her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brows furrowed with concern.

He had no idea what had really happened last night. In his mind, he must have hurt her, especially when he remembered the stark red stain on the bedsheets—she had been a virgin.

Liam bit down on his lip, hard enough to taste blood. Slowly, he sank into a crouch, arms wrapping around his knees—he looked so lost.

"But I need to see her now. There's something important I have to tell her," he whispered.

The guard's tone was gentle but firm. "Mr. Lambert, you have to start learning to stand on your own. You can't depend on her forever."

Liam knew it was his own damn fault. He had already messed up once, and now, somehow, he had messed up again.

A deep sense of dread gnawed at his gut. He had a terrible feeling that Andrea would become a major problem.

But last night… How had things gotten so out of control?

His throat tightened with a cry he refused to let out. Tears blurred his vision.

"Tell her I'll change. I swear I'll change everything. If she wants, I'll never touch that shit again. I'd rather die than screw up again. Please. Just ask her to come see me. Just once. Just one visit."

He needed to know and see with his own eyes that he hadn't been abandoned.