บททั้งหมดของ Too Late to Regret: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

His eyes were dark and deep.Hers were lifeless and hollow.The atmosphere in the parking garage was suffocating.The girl beside him looked at Candice, not only making no effort to keep a distance from Kyle, but growing even bolder—she wrapped an arm around his neck and whispered something into his ear.Candice felt a stabbing pain in her eyes.She looked away, got in her car, and drove off without sparing them another glance.Not long after she arrived home, she heard the sound of a car outside.She was standing in front of the glass case in her walk-in closet, removing her necklace, when a wall of firm muscle suddenly pressed up against her back. The powerful presence of a man enveloped her completely.He braced both hands on the cabinet, leaning in from behind to look at her face."Are you mad?" he asked.Candice didn’t look at him. She calmly placed the necklace in its place and replied flatly,“Mad enough to kill someone. You should probably be careful.”Kyle was silent for a mo

Candice arrived at the Jackson family estate around 11:40 AM.The butler was quite surprised to see her.He had known another guest was expected, but he hadn’t realized it was the young madam. Considering the fact that Young Master Kyle and Miss Jones were currently in the living room, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.The only people who knew that Kyle and Candice were married, aside from both families’ parents, were close staff members like Terry and the Jackson family butler.“This way, please,” the butler said, bracing himself to carry out the madam’s orders as he led her in.Before they even reached the living room, a crisp, bell-like voice rang out from inside, coquettishly saying, “I won again. Kyle, were you letting me win?”Candice halted in her tracks.Her mind went momentarily blank, but she quickly pieced it all together.“Heh.”A cold chuckle escaped her lips as she resumed walking.Since she had planned to move some books today, she hadn’t put on any makeup. She wo

Candice sat in the treatment room getting her wound dressed.The door suddenly burst open. A tall, commanding man stormed in as if he were about to kill someone, startling the doctor.Candice glanced over. “It’s okay, he’s my husb—boss.”The word husband almost slipped out, but she changed it at the last second.Kyle’s throat seemed clogged. He stepped forward and asked the doctor, “Is it serious?”“Just a surface wound, nothing major,” the doctor replied disinterestedly, not curious about their relationship. He finished dressing Candice’s injury and handed over a prescription for topical medication.Candice gave a brief thanks and left the room.Kyle followed closely behind. He tried to pay for her, grabbed the medication before she could, acting the part of a responsible husband.Candice couldn’t even be bothered to comment.Outside the hospital, she looked down to order a rideshare, but Kyle snatched her phone, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and dragged her to the parking lo

Kyle glanced at the iron drum belching thick black smoke and frowned. “If it’s garbage, just throw it away.”Candice replied calmly, “Burning it is cleaner.”Kyle’s brows furrowed.The two stood silently in the courtyard as the last glimmer of light on the horizon was swallowed by darkness.Friday morning, the dealership called—her car was ready.Candice went to pick it up. As she was about to call Jim, she remembered the suit.She had promised to get it cleaned and send it back...After a moment’s thought, she dialed his number. She informed him that the car was fixed and sent him the repair report and invoice. At the end of the message, she added:“Hope you don't mind me asking—what’s your young master’s height, weight, and measurements?”She was so specific because suits come in sets. If she bought a replacement that didn’t match the pants, it wouldn’t be right. He had lent her clothes in kindness—she didn’t want to inconvenience him further. Might as well throw in a matching pair

There was another long silence on the other end of the line.Kyle said, “It was the heat of the moment. I didn’t mean to…”“No need to explain,” Candice cut him off, her voice laced with disgust. “Intentional or not, it doesn’t change the fact that you laid a hand on me.”“Fine, fine—it’s my fault, all my fault. Just tell me where you are. I need to know right now!”“I told you—I’ll come back.”“You have to come back tonight. If you don’t, I’ll tear Vanclyn apart to find you!”Kyle’s temper was starting to spiral out of control.“…”Candice finally relented, saying she’d be home in an hour.If he went completely off the rails, he really might do something reckless—she couldn’t risk exposing her new place.On the way back, Sophia was the one driving her. “That bastard’s done so much to hurt you, and he still acts like he owns the place. That temper of his, that terrifying need for control… I swear, if he finds out you tricked him into signing the divorce papers, I’m scared he might act