His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 122

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Southern Seafall City was a pristine expanse of land with a clear blue sky and crystalline waters.

Annika stood by a wide bay, holding the architect's designs for the resort. She gazed eastward, imagining how she could transform the land beneath her feet into a beautiful, profitable village.

Then, the rain started. The path turned to mud, and she trudged through it, her clothes quickly becoming soaked. Shielding her forehead with her hand did little to stop the rain from trickling into her eyes.

Just as she was looking for a place to take shelter, a car came speeding through the downpour. Overjoyed, Annika waved her arm to flag it down. The car swerved past her, sending a spray of muddy water all over her pants and jacket. Thankfully, she had turned her head just in time to avoid getting a mouthful of dirt.

*Beep! Beep! Beep!*

The sharp sound of a horn cut through the rain. Annika looked up to see the car had stopped a short distance ahead. Relieved, she ran forward, pulled open the passenger door, and slid inside.

"Thank—" The word caught in her throat. The man in the driver's seat was Conrad.

She stared at him, speechless. *What are the odds?* she thought bitterly.

Conrad didn't look at her. A laptop rested on his knees, and his long, elegant fingers were typing away as he focused on his work. As always, his presence seemed to suffocate the air in the small space.

Annika finally managed to whisper the rest of her thanks, the sound barely more than a breath.

If she had known it was his car, she never would have gotten in. In her mind, Conrad’s car was the black Cayenne. But a man of his status wouldn't own just one vehicle.

In the front seat, Nolan glanced at her in the rearview mirror before focusing on the road again. The car was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

At first, Annika was tense, but gradually, the exhaustion took over. She leaned against the window and drifted off. In her sleep, she dreamt that Conrad stopped working, took a towel from Nolan, and began to gently dry her wet hair. The warmth of his fingertips brushed against her skin, sending a slight shiver through her. She thought she heard his deep, husky voice chiding her, "So stupid. Couldn't even bring an umbrella."