Too Late For Regret: His Secret Heir

cart squeaked as Grace pushed

form was still damp fro

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topped

e wore a pristine white Chanel suit. Three ot

as Jake'

he said loudly, waving her hand in fr

the handle of the cart and tried t

sideways, blo

could move?"

ved the top of the laun

or. Dozens of freshly washed, pure white towels spi

d and dragged the sharp heel of her stiletto direct

t spike of ange

orcing her heart rate dow

said evenly. "I hav

n outrage. "How dare yo

and and slapped Gra

through the hall

Her cheek instantly burned. A red

ead back. She stared directly into Blyt

solute emptiness in Grace's eyes. Her face flushed red

going o

roze the air i

dark eyes instantly locked onto t

rphed into a mask of pure victimhood

sgusting maid tried to run over my fee

hands on his jacket. He felt

hed the fabric of his sleeve as

of hope flared in her chest. Maybe he woul

y towels on the floor.

pay you to stand arou

e towel with the

ice dropping to a vicious, venomous regi

second, a flicker of shock crossed his own dark eyes as the sheer mali

e spark of hope died, turni

nds erupted into lo

filthy carpet. If she got fired, Cody

nees. She lowered her

her knees h

ubmit, seeing her break herself for a job, made his blood boil with a rage he couldn't control. The realization

ld lean forward,

trash can against the wa

A

de everyone jump. Grace flinched, p

tie loose. He

aring at Grace. "Get out of

e handle of the empty cart and ran down the

where she disappeared. His chest

reached for his

her a look so violently dark

ne in my hotel again," J

walked into his penthouse suit