Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 82

Grace let out a bitter laugh at that.

But she was just too exhausted to explain things. The red scratches on her cheeks were still bleeding.

Everyone in Druville believed she couldn't live without Yancey. It seemed like Ethan thought so as well.

Just how many ridiculous things had she done in the past?

She leaned back against her seat and closed her eyes.

Before too long, she felt a presence approaching. Suddenly, a gentle touch pressed against her cheek. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Ethan's face right in front of her. In his hand was a cotton swab, and he was carefully disinfecting her wounds.

Grace's back stiffened. She felt like she had been electrocuted, and she immediately sat up straight.

But that only caused her to move closer to Ethan.

His face really was handsome. Even at this distance, she couldn't see a single pore. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, giving him an irresistible look.

For a moment, she was frozen in place, but Ethan didn't pull away. Instead, he continued to disinfect her with the cotton swab.

After tossing away one used swab, he picked up a fresh one. Then, he dipped it in disinfectant before he moved to another cut.

For some reason, Grace felt her face heating up, and she tried to move back.

But his hand was faster as he pressed down on the back of her head. The gentleness from before disappeared as he became more forceful. "Don't move."

She didn't dare to move again until he finished disinfecting her wounds.

she was injured. Grace let out a sigh

now. There was no way she could

fingers suddenly brushed against her

Henderson!" Grace nearly screamed as

his finger against the swollen area of her ankle. "Does it

pain, Grace was more concerned about their current position.

leg down. I'll apply some cream when

beside him before he

he spooned some cream and started to rub it onto her

the blush that was creeping up her face. She avoided looking at him as she moved her

especially since she hadn't confirmed whether he was the

Ethan had any feelings for her. After all, the situation with his legs

stood at the pinnacle of power while she was nothing more than a disgraced woman with

foot down. The swelling had eased, but her back

car stopped

didn't look up at her. Instead, he merely gestured

out, and after thinking about it, she turned to face Ethan, who was

with a wet tissue. His movements were slow and deliberate, like he was performing some elegant art form. His fingers were obviously incredibly attractive too. Yet those fingers had been

as he let out a grunt of acknowledgment. He seemed so distant with his response despite how

shut immediately

outside, watching as the car drove away. She felt like Ethan

fluctuate between being distant

a deep breath

under a nearby tree with a bunch of gifts

"Joanne?" Grace called out.

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