Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176

John took the bag from Sierra’s hand and set it aside. His sleeves were already rolled up, showing part of his forearm as he picked up the fork and reached for the closest dish.

It tasted good.

It would be a waste to leave this for Nicholas.

“John,” Sierra felt he was pushing it.

“It’s fine, let him eat.” Nicholas didn’t care at all. He stood up and went to get himself another plate and fork.” There’s so much food here, one more person isn’t going to ruin it.”

John stopped eating for a second.

The way that sounded… Why did it feel like he was the outsider here?

A rush of anger rose out of nowhere, and the words slipped out before John could stop them. “You’re in such a rush to kick me out. Afraid I’ll find some dirty little secret between you two?”

“Not everyone is like you,” Sierra shot back. “Nicholas isn’t like Pamela!”

John’s eyes grew even darker.

Nicholas…

The tone she used when she said his name was so affectionate.

He raised his eyes, his tone slow and heavy with pressure. “What kind of person is Pamela, then?”

“Shameless. She knew you were married, but settled by being a homewrecker anyway,” Sierra said, not holding back at all.

John’s dark stare shifted to Nicholas, sharp enough to seem like it would strip him bare. “Then what do you call a man who knows a woman is married and still shows up at her place at night?”

“We’re friends,” Sierra said.

“Pamela and I are friends, too.” John used her own words against her.

“Don’t insult the word friend.” Sierra really didn’t understand how he could say that with a straight face. “Who kisses a so–called friend, sleeps with her, lives with her, and tells her he’ll take care of her for life, all while he’s still married?”

“I’ve never seen a wife sneak behind her husband’s back to invite a male friend over alone at night either,” John said, not explaining himself.

The air went cold in an instant.

Neither one backed down.

Nicholas rested his chin on his hand, still looking as lazy and relaxed as ever. “Mr. Henderson.”

John’s cool, emotionless gaze moved to him.

“There’s a saying that you don’t bite the hand that feeds you,” Nicholas said, glancing at all the dishes John had already taken a bite from. “You’ve eaten so many of my dishes, and you’re still talking trash about me. Don’t you

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think that’s a bit much?”

John stared. “Your dishes?”

“Yeah.” Nicholas looked like he had been waiting for this. “Sierra bought the groceries, but I cooked every single dish on the table.”

John looked over at Sierra instinctively. Almost at once, he knew Nicholas was telling the truth.

His expression cracked slightly.

“You eat my food and still talk so badly about me.” Nicholas put a hand over his chest, looking deeply hurt on purpose. “I’m oh, so, hurt!”

John’s grip on the fork tightened. No wonder the food looked different from the last time he was here.

“But I’m a gracious man, so I won’t hold it against you.” Nicholas picked up his fork and started eating in a very good mood. “After all, you’re not just Sierra’s soon–to–be ex–husband. You’re also Tommy’s dad.”

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