The CEO's Regret: Too Late To Beg

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widened into a mask of faux concern. She whispered something to Benn

t of Elia, as if to shield her from a threat

said, my voice devoid of emo

. Elia just smirked, a tiny, im

about," Bennett said, his voice dr

ed precisely loud enough to carry. "We're all f

ray. Her movements were exaggerated, theatrical. She swirled t

e you should go home. Bennett and I have

, yet entirely intentional. She flailed, her arm sweeping out and knocking into t

seemed t

f crystal shattering against marble.

arm. A large shard of crystal had slic

by a single piece of glass. She had stumbled

t me. He spun her around, checking her frantica

he wailed, burying h

pping in a steady rhythm onto the marble floor. The pain was throbbi

g, forming a tight

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a second, I saw shock. Then, immediately, his g

. "We need to get Elia to the hospital. T

e was weak, trembling agai

m, at the red stai

ring in his eyes. "Don't be dramatic. Grab a towel. I

d his ba

e exit. The crowd parted for him, granting him a

champagne tower. The smell of alcoh

looking terrified, hesitating to

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ered. I watched the door whe

tated. Not for

tared at the IV drip, watching the

Twenty stitches. The doctor asked if I

my voice hollo

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five minutes ago. It was a picture of her hand

addy is here keeping us saf

screen until the

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er hand, while I was sitting three floor

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at me with pity. "Do you need to wri

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