Regret Came Too Late

The pill slid down her throat, but Grace barely had the strength to react. She slumped against the couch, drenched in sweat. She was exhausted.

She wanted to tell Ethan that she wouldn't be able to cook for him tonight or go out to eat. But no words came out. Faint, fragmented memories flickered through her mind. Her period had always been this painfully unbearable.

The only difference was that back then, she endured it alone. She would curl up on the couch and quietly wait for the pain to pass.

At this moment, she could feel just how much she was sweating.

Then, something cool pressed against her forehead. It was a damp tissue. Her body, weak and exhausted, instinctively leaned into the cold touch.

She reached up, her fingers brushing against his hand as it wiped her face. Slowly, she nestled into his palm.

Ethan held the wet tissue in his hand but didn't pull away.

Her face was pale. Whenever she felt weak, she tended to cling to someone. But once she recovered, she always distanced herself again.

He slowly uncurled his fingers, his palm cupping the side of her face.

She stayed like that for five minutes, rubbing against his touch before finally retreating.

Ethan stood to turn on the air conditioning, but her hand caught his wrist. Her consciousness was slipping, and even her fingertips were damp from sweat.

He glanced down and reassured her, "I'm not leaving."

He gave her a comforting pat before Grace loosened her grip. Then, she drifted off to sleep.

Ethan closed the window, leaving only the curtains open to allow the faintest breeze in. The temperature in the room slowly dropped. He walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a blanket, and draped it over her.

back down, someone knocked on

the meeting starts in 30

originally planned to have dinner here, but things had long since gone off schedule. Tonight's

my laptop inside. And

put on

outside just in

the overseas executives

hold their breath just to hear him, but no one dared to

halfway through when

time, it was Yancey. He didn't bother to be polite as

no one

were furrowed together. Then, he heard

hell allowed you to transfer departments? You didn't even discuss it with me first? You're really getting

he promoted Grace to the manager, she would beg for his approval. Instead, she had quit without a word. How the hell was he supposed to keep

get out here and explain

calmly reached for his phone and

office now. You have

he must have misheard. Ethan had never personally called

was

his position at Henderson Group had nothing to do with talent

never had

to stay late. He

that Grace transferred departments?" Yancey asked.

fist. "I

international executives on the call had a full view of his face. His expression