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.

in front of Palm Bay. Showing up here

one leg propped over the other, his head tilted slightly. As soon as he heard the sound of wheels, he stood

woman. He had said last night he was

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 aid, he let out a cold,

word. There was nothing left to

straight into the elevator, and she followed him inside. The fact that Ethan completely ignored

flopped back onto the couch in the

...

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

Sitting in his wheelchair, he

the door behind her. Only when she saw the lineup of men's toiletries on the counter did it

cleanliness—especially when it came to personal stuff like this. But it was too late

on the shower, and as the hot water poured over her, her body finally started

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

her-she didn't have anything to wear underneath. Grace sure as

of the towel tightly, she stood frozen

before she even

came through. "Why are

while, but

the door open a

Henderson, where will I be

flushed from the steam, and

half-dried and still damp around

flicked his eyes over for a second, then

maybe he hadn't heard her, so she repeated herself, "Where am

her, he pointed

wonder if maybe Ethan really took that whole "human sleeping aid" thing seriously. If that was the case, she couldn't exactly say no. After all, he

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