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.

where she was injured. Grace

was no way

fingers suddenly brushed against

screamed as

pressed his finger against the

than the pain, Grace was more concerned about their current

I'll apply some cream when I get home later and I'll be fine," Grace

bent down and rummaged through the medical kit beside him before he

and started

find it painful, but she couldn't stop the blush that was creeping up her face.

confirmed whether he

had any feelings for her. After all, the situation with his legs wasn't as bad as

was nothing more than a

was lost in thought when he finally set her foot down. The swelling had eased, but her

car stopped at

up at her. Instead, he merely gestured for her to

turned to face Ethan,

his palms 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 massaging

didn't even glance up as he let out a grunt of acknowledgment. He seemed so distant with his response despite how intimately he had

car door shut immediately after

watching as the car drove away.

between being distant

a deep breath before heading toward her

Joanne standing under a

"Joanne?" Grace called out.

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