All Chapters of Too Late for Forgiveness: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Two wristwatches rested on the desk. Their intricate designs gleamed under the light, radiating a cool metallic charm that spoke of luxury.Wilson glanced at them indifferently and quipped, "Thanks, but what's the deal with gifting me a pair of watches? Are you mocking me for being single?"Jacob chuckled. "The women's watch? That's for you to give to Serena.""She won't accept it," Wilson said."Well, that's your problem." Jacob smiled before continuing, "It's a special day today. Want to grab a drink with me tonight?"Wilson picked up the watches and tucked them away. "What's so special about it? You know I don't celebrate birthdays.""Can't you make an exception for once?" Jacob clicked his tongue, though he wasn't surprised. After that incident, Wilson had sworn off acknowledging his birthday. A knock on the door interrupted them. Knuckles rapped against the wood, and after receiving permission, Serena stepped in. She nodded politely at Jacob. "Mr. Smith.""Why so formal?

"Mrs. Farrow Senior. Mrs. Farrow."Jenna shot Serena a withering glare but offered only a curt nod in response. In stark contrast, Beatrice's face lit up with delight. "Rina, my dear! Come here. Let me take a good look at you!"Serena walked over and was immediately pulled to sit by the bedside, Beatrice's hands clasping hers gently."It's been almost a year since I last saw you. You've lost weight, haven't you?" Beatrice turned to Jenna and instructed, "Tell Leyla to make some bagels and beef ribs for Rina. She needs to eat more and put on some weight."Jenna's expression soured, her lips twitching as though she wanted to object. But before she could speak, Beatrice coughed sharply, cutting her off. With a reluctant sigh, she stood and left the room.Serena gently patted Beatrice's back. "Mrs. Farrow Senior, why are you sick again?""Oh, it's nothing—just old age catching up with me. It's nothing to worry about. Seeing you here has already made me feel a hundred times better.

Justin slammed his fist against the side of his Maybach. Pain shot through his hand.Inside the Bentley, Serena sat in the passenger seat, dabbing at her rain-soaked clothes with a handful of tissues. After a brief drive, Wilson pulled over unexpectedly. He reached into the back seat and retrieved a soft blanket before handing it to her. "Use this.""Thanks." Serena accepted the blanket and began drying her hair. When she finally set it aside, she noticed the car hadn't moved. Turning her head, she found Wilson resting one hand on the steering wheel, watching her with an air of casual amusement. She froze mid-motion. "Mr. Quade?""Serena, you're not quite like the rumors suggest," he said, his voice laced with humor. "They say you're hopelessly in love with Justin. But looking at you now, you've cut ties pretty cleanly."Serena's gaze dropped. "I'm still human." She had her pride and limits, and Justin had crossed them all.Wilson chuckled. "True. You're human. Justin? Maybe n

The next day was the weekend. Serena had planned to try on the dresses with Wilson, but an unexpected matter required him to fly overseas that morning. He called to assure her that everything had been arranged with the person in charge, and all she needed to do was show up. Coincidentally, Lauren came by to ask her out for some shopping, so Serena decided to bring her along.The person assigned to assist her was Monique Olston, a mixed-race woman renowned in the fashion industry. Not only was she the brand's agent in Nocturna, but she also owned a prominent fashion magazine company that had featured countless celebrities and artists. The moment Monique saw Serena, she exclaimed, "Ms. Judd, you're stunning! You outshine most actresses I've worked with!"Serena responded with a modest smile, but Lauren beamed with pride. "Well, what can I say? My dear Serena is just that gorgeous. As her best friend, I'm honored to bask in her glow."Serena sighed helplessly, but Lauren leaned in,

Seeing Justin like this, a wave of insecurity washed over Candice as panic flickered in her gaze. She clung to him and said with false innocence, "Wasn't that Serena just now? Being pretty must have its perks. It's one thing for Mr. Quade to back her up, but now it looks like she's got herself a new admirer, too."When Justin made no reply, Candice gripped his hand and asked, "Are you alright, Justin?""I'm fine. We should get out of the car," he said hoarsely.Candice obediently stepped out of the vehicle and entered the boutique with him. Monique approached them and asked, "Now there's a surprising face. What brings you here today, Mr. Farrow?""My girlfriend needs a new dress," Justin said as he nudged Candice forward.Monique appraised Candice briefly before dishing out a few compliments. After that, she led the latter to the private fitting room. The boutique housed several large private fitting rooms, each manned by a small team of attendants.Justin did not follow Candice