Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 115

Grace sighed. She couldn't just keep hiding like this.

She dropped the towel and heard Ethan ask, "What happened this time?"

Honestly, she did want someone to talk to right now.

She said, "Alice set me up. She said I pushed her and caused her to miscarry. Now, my mom wants to lock me up in a psych ward."

She leaned back against the seat, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. She wasn't heartless. Even after she lost her memory, thinking about it still made her chest ache.

Ethan reached out his hand. His fingers were curled slightly, and the shape of his nails was somehow elegant.

And just like that, Grace's thoughts veered wildly off-track. How the hell could someone be this perfect in every damn way?

While her mind was drifting, Ethan's hand suddenly opened. He had a piece of candy sitting in the center of his palm.

With a deadpan look on his face, the whole thing was just weirdly funny.

Her bad mood vanished instantly. She took the candy and cracked a small smile. "I'm not a kid, you know."

Her fingertips brushed against his palm-it was damp.

Ethan was a man of few words. He simply gave Grace a quick glance before looking away.

She unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. As the sweetness spread across her tongue, the heaviness in her chest started to ease.

However, her phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Upon checking, she saw call after call from Carmen, Quentin, and, of course, Alice. They were probably trying to kick her while she was down.

She didn't answer any of them.

up here again, in

propped over the other, his head tilted slightly.

neck- clearly from a woman. He had said

smiling, but the moment he laid eyes on Grace, his expression dropped. Realizing it had been his own idea to let Grace play Ethan's human sleeping

didn't say a word. There was nothing left to say to

into the elevator, and she followed him inside. The fact that Ethan completely ignored Simon gave her a weird

knew he'd been shut out. He pressed his lips together and flopped back onto the couch in the living room, waiting for

...

his bedroom. Grace kept close behind him, her soaked pants still dripping water

said flatly. Sitting

really needed that shower, so she went in and shut the door behind her. Only when she saw the lineup of men's toiletries on the counter did it hit her. The villa at Palm Bay

had a thing about cleanliness—especially when it came to personal stuff like this. But it was too

hot water poured over her,

was Ethan's bathroom, she didn't dare linger. She finished showering in ten minutes and wrapped herself

underneath. Grace sure as hell wasn't about to walk out like

edge of the towel tightly, she stood frozen at the door,

she even dared to crack

voice came through.

a while, but she hadn't moved from

she cracked the door

will I be

and her

half-dried and still

He just flicked his eyes over for a second, then turned

heard her, so she repeated herself,

her, he pointed at the

towel and wanted to ask why she couldn't just use a guest room but didn't have the guts for it. She started to wonder if maybe Ethan really took that whole "human

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