His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 65

Conrad didn’t come back that night, and Annika didn’t ask anyone where he was.

She woke up late, the sun already high in the sky. After getting ready, she went downstairs where Beth had prepared breakfast for her.

As she was sitting at the table, Hank came in. After what had happened the previous night, he looked extremely uncomfortable. He handed her a share transfer agreement for Sargent Group, his demeanor even more deferential than usual.

“Mrs. Beryl, this is from Mr. Beryl,” he said. “He also wanted me to tell you that he won’t interfere much with Sargent Group’s affairs from now on.”

Annika flipped through the document while drinking her milk. At Hank’s words, she paused, her bright eyes lifting to meet his. Her direct gaze made him even more flustered, and he quickly looked down.

“On the condition that I behave myself and stay at home,” she finished for him. That was Conrad’s price for returning her family’s company.

Hank remained silent.

“Fine,” Annika said with a slight, wry smile. She finished her milk, placed the empty glass on the table, and stood up with the agreement in hand. The smile in her eyes deepened, burning like a vibrant flame.

As she passed by Hank, she deliberately slowed her pace. “Tell Mr. Beryl I’ll be a very good girl…” she purred, her breath, whether intentionally or not, ghosting across the side of his neck. Hank’s heart fluttered.

“I won’t see any other men, just as he wishes,” she added softly, her voice barely a whisper.

The image was dark, the stars visible through a window. On a soft, messy bed, a woman’s pale hand was wrapped tightly around a man’s waist. Her loose hair framed a face as pale as porcelain, tear tracks glistening at the corners of her eyes. Her expression was a mix of sorrow and fragile beauty, the kind of softness that could drain a man dry. The man’s head was bent, his lips pressed against the pale skin of her neck. The intimate pose, the rumpled sheets—the whole scene reeked of sex.

The photo was damning proof of what had happened after Serena called Conrad away last night. Annika could almost hear the sound of her own heart shattering into pieces.

Before she could recover, another message came through from Serena. [Sorry to keep you waiting last night, Annika. Conrad was worried about my insomnia, so he stayed with me.]

Imagining it was one thing; having it confirmed so explicitly was another. Annika bit her lip hard, as if the physical pain could lessen the ache in her heart. Then, she quickly typed out a reply. [Don’t worry about it. You’re just picking up my sloppy seconds. If you don’t mind, who am I to complain?]