All Chapters of Too Late to Regret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Had she taken the wrong step?She remembered the things Kyle said at her house that day—his rage, the way he looked at her like she was garbage. But when he spoke of Candice, there was nothing but tenderness and regret in his eyes. He regretted being with her. He loathed her so much, it made even himself sick.“Ahhhhhh!”“I’ll kill you today! Chop you into pieces!”“From now on, I’ll live in your house, sleep with your man. I’ll find ultimate joy in the ruins of your miserable death. I’ll marry Kyle, have his babies, and live happily ever after! And you—you’ll be nothing but a pile of ash! I refuse to believe I could lose to a pile of ash!”She screamed hysterically, completely losing control, looking ready to tear Candice apart.Candice gave a chilling smile and played along, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll come back as a vengeful ghost and haunt you?”Mia sneered, “If you turn into a ghost, I’ll hire a shaman to capture your soul and imprison it. I’ll make you watch me and Kyle sleep togeth

Kyle’s chest tightened painfully.“I won’t get married again. I won’t be with another woman…”“You becoming a monk has nothing to do with me.” Candice cut him off. “From now on, you’re free, and so am I. Let’s just wish each other well.”“Well?”Kyle’s face darkened. “Who are you going to be happy with?”At once, the image of Charlie’s irritating face popped into his head.Candice let out a gentle sigh. “Can’t I be happy on my own? Can’t I be beautiful and content by myself?”Kyle’s aching heart eased a little. “Really? You’re really planning to be alone? Never get involved with another man again?”He looked at her anxiously, filled with hope, desperately wanting her to confirm it.But Candice didn’t respond.She just smiled gracefully and calmly said goodbye, “I’ll be going now. Goodbye.”She turned and walked away, her posture elegant and resolute.Kyle instinctively stepped forward two paces but stopped again.He watched her figure disappear into the distance, all the way until she

Charlie didn’t move.Those deep, alluring almond-shaped eyes of his silently stayed fixed on her.Candice didn’t really want to meet his gaze. As soon as she sensed him looking her way, her eyes darted elsewhere.He stared at her face.She stared at his collarbone.Their eyes didn’t meet.Seconds ticked by in the silent room. She waited for him to act, but he didn’t move.Candice started to get a little anxious.Don’t tell me… he wants me to help him undress?Unable to hold it in, she quickly looked up, opened her mouth, hesitated, and then finally blurted, “...I’ll help you take it off!”It’s just undressing to apply some medicine—nothing to overthink!Rather than dragging this out awkwardly, she figured she might as well get it over with quickly.This time, she didn’t wait for a response. She leaned forward and reached toward his chest.A waft of her light fragrance drifted across Charlie’s face.Ten slender white fingers pressed against his chest.It was as if time had frozen.Thum

Although his smile remained and his tone sounded friendly, Candice felt a tingling chill crawling up her scalp.She was doomed.That reaction, combined with his dark under-eye circles from lack of sleep, spelled it out loud and clear—He. Had. Seen. It.Candice’s smile froze at the corners of her lips. She didn’t even dare meet his gaze. Eyes down, she gave a dry little cough.“...I slept okay. I think I had a little wine last night, ended up all dazed and seeing double. lol…”Charlie’s face went still.The smile vanished.A faint glint flashed in his eyes—an unreadable, dangerous glint. “Alcohol isn’t an excuse.”“I mean it!” Candice stammered, desperately trying to explain. “My vision was completely off. My fingers weren’t even listening to me… it was like—like I was possessed or something!”Charlie let out a low laugh. “Keep digging.”Candice: “…”With a look of utmost sincerity, she practically pledged her soul. “I swear it was a slip of the finger!”No matter how out of it she’d

Jerry’s expression turned a bit guilty. “No, no, you won’t need to clean. Jim takes care of that. We just need to brew his coffee, steam his suits, maybe... wake him up...”“Wait a second!”Candice raised a hand to stop him, her smile fading completely. “Wake him up? Unless we’re traveling for work, a secretary should work nine to five. Waking someone up isn’t part of the job description.”Jerry replied, “The president takes afternoon naps.”Candice fell silent for a few seconds. “Jerry, we really need to have a talk about the division of responsibilities. You’re his assistant. I’m his secretary. Technically, the secretary handles company affairs, and the assistant takes care of his personal life. You’re the right-hand man, after all. I can brew coffee in the office, but waking him up—something so personal—that’s your job.”She added with a smile, “Besides, you’re used to it.”Jerry, inwardly crying: I’m not!Charlie has terrible morning temper.He’s the one who says, “Wake me in an h