His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 76

“I’m on my way,” Annika said, quickly ending the call. She walked back with a smile. “Harrison, sorry about that.”

Harrison shook his head, his face wreathed in a grin. He pulled Annika close, his arm resting lightly on her waist as they walked into the private suite together. His words, “Annika, there’s something I need to tell you…” were swallowed by the ornate, gilded doors as they slowly swung shut.

Emerging from another suite down the hall, Conrad happened to witness the entire scene: the man’s arm around Annika, the two of them disappearing into the Rose Suite. Harrison's words echoed clearly in his ears.

Conrad took a few steps and stopped in front of the Rose Suite’s door, his eyes glinting with a cold light, sharp enough to pierce through the wood. A moment later, a sneer escaped his lips, and he turned on his heel, heading back to his own room.

Inside the suite, the heat was cranked up high. Annika took off her coat and joined Harrison for a few drinks, making small talk. He gazed at her delicate, flushed face and murmured, “Annika, you’re truly beautiful. It’s a shame you’re with Hank, otherwise…”

Hands off a friend’s woman. Harrison and Hank were army buddies; more than that, Hank had once saved his life. As much of a womanizer as Harrison could be, he was a man of honor. Even if Annika were a goddess, he wouldn’t cross that line.

“I’ll go arrange for some company for you, Harrison,” Annika offered.

Shortly after she left, a tall, innocent-looking woman entered the room. “Harrison,” she cooed, her voice sweet and sultry as she swayed toward him. Harrison pulled the woman into his arms, calling her beautiful as they quickly became wrapped up in each other.

Annika grabbed her coat and slipped out of the room unnoticed. After putting it on and cinching the belt, she was heading to the front desk to settle the bill when her foot caught on something. She stumbled forward, her head smacking against the wall, the impact making her see stars.

Dazed, she clutched her head and looked up, only to find herself staring into Conrad’s impossibly indifferent face. He stood there, hands in his pockets, exuding an air of cool, aristocratic detachment. He could have caught her, spared her the pain, but he had chosen to stand by and watch.

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