Too Late to Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

"Take your hand away!"Kyle's angry voice came from beside them.Seeing Charlie holding Candice's shoulder so intimately, it immediately triggered him, and he reached out to swat that bothersome hand away.His fingers barely touched Charlie's hand when it was instantly slapped away in an annoyed manner. "Mr. Jackson, don't touch my hand so casually. Please show some self-respect."Kyle: "..."Who cares about touching his hand!Candice rolled her eyes at Kyle, her expression carrying a hint of embarrassment.She quickly exited the door.Outside.Jerry was waiting by a white business car.Today, they had switched cars three times: once in the countryside, and then again to pick up people.Candice quickly hopped into the car.Kyle, shameless as ever, tried to follow her.It was as if the person who had threatened her earlier, demanding she write a letter of understanding, wasn’t him!Yes, he had relapsed!Charlie stopped him, "Sorry, there's no more space for you."Kyle glared at him, "Y

Candice tried to maintain her composure, but the sudden rush of memories attacking her brain caused her to momentarily lose focus... Her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and she felt like she was dying and being reborn at the same time.Damn brain, where did you go!?"Well, well... it's better not to drink," she stammered.Charlie didn't call her out, and obediently placed his wine glass down. "Okay, no drinking, no drinking, I'll listen to you."His soft "I'll listen to you" felt like an electric hook gently tugging at her heartstrings.Candice's expression briefly became dazed, her face blushing like she'd applied rouge.Charlie noticed her odd behavior. "Miss Hale didn't drink, so why do you look like you're drunk? Your face is so red. Are you coming down with a cold or fever?"He placed the back of his hand against her forehead and cheek to check her temperature.When he got close to her, his strong, tempting male scent surrounded her.Candice froze, standing still, her gaze

His kiss was fierce and demanding, his lips and tongue entwined with hers, giving her no chance to escape, not even a moment to respond. He took everything from her, kissing her until she was breathless, as though he was trying to suck the life out of her.“Mmm…”Candice struggled, trying to pull away, but her teeth grazed his tongue, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in, claiming his lips as her own.His breathing became heavy, and one of his cold, white, restrained hands buried itself in her hair, while the other caressed her waist.Candice couldn’t help but bite her lips. Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes narrowing with the growing warmth of desire as her body moved closer to his, her hands drifting down his chest to his abs. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest.But then, his hand caught hers.Charlie buried his face in her neck, his Adam’s apple trembling with each labored breath as he fought the rising tide of desire inside him. He couldn’t let things go th

He picked up the phone.When he opened the video, a wave of Korean-style romance hit him. The server who was arranging breakfast nearby smiled and said, "This song is quite..."He looked up, and suddenly saw the icy expression of the CEO."This song is a bit... scary," he thought."Go down and eat." Charlie pressed off his phone, stood up, and walked toward the door, his pace quick and filled with a cold, murderous aura.The server: Is he really going for breakfast? With that kind of murderous aura? And that song...?In his confusion, the server’s phone rang as well. He pulled it out and saw it was a video from Rex.He clicked on it. The same kind of music that played with the CEO’s video echoed down the corridor..."Shit!" The server quickly pressed it off.Charlie paused sharply, stopped without turning his head, and stretched out his hand. "Give it here.""..."The server reluctantly handed the phone to him. "I just changed the video."Charlie lowered his head, deleted the video, a

Candice was caught off guard.She felt herself being thrown to one side, her body toppling over, and instinctively reached out for something to hold onto.Charlie steadied her waist, his palm folding inward, causing her not only to fall but also to land face-to-face in his embrace.She had meant to steady herself by gripping the back of the chair, but his sudden movement had her hand land on his thigh instead.Her chest pressed against him.Her other hand, in panic, reflexively grabbed the side of his waist.Above her, his breath, like the morning mist in the mountains, enveloped her.Her breath hitched.The softness pressing against his chest seemed to set on fire.She screamed internally, feeling as though she had been thrown into an oven, while her exterior stiffened as though paralyzed, her face frozen, and her fingers slowly retracted.Charlie glanced down at her, his eyes narrowing.Though he didn’t speak, his gaze seemed to interrogate her: What are your hands doing? Groping me