Regret Came Too Late

Jordan sighed softly. "Fine, make your own decisions. But don't wait so long that Yancey's already got a kid while you're still on your own. When you're ready to move on, let me know. There's no shortage of smart, capable women in Druville who'd line up to wait for you."

He raised a hand and rubbed his brow, clearly frustrated. "You've never needed my help with anything else. Why is it that love is where you fall flat?"

Ethan answered calmly, "I'm fine with things the way they are, Dad."

Grace stood outside the study, listening. Her chest tightened.

Ethan really was that perfect-brilliant, elegant, and composed. Yet this man was still waiting for someone who would never come back. Was fate punishing him?

She swallowed hard.

Just then, the door opened, and Ethan came out in his wheelchair. As he passed her, he said, "Let's go."

She hurried after him.

When she pushed the wheelchair out from Henderson Residence, there was no car in sight. The main gate was at least a 30-minute walk from where they were.

With no other option, she placed both hands on the handles of the wheelchair, and the two of them slowly made their way toward the massive iron gates.

Seriously! How could a family as wealthy as the Hendersons not have a car waiting at the entrance?

Her gaze drifted down, landing on his back. It was going to be a long 30-minute walk, and sooner or later, she'd have to fill the silence.

had a point. You shouldn't keep waiting forever. Having someone by your side might actually make life

a cripple; someone who

I just don't want

that you're not used to it. I mean,

square in the chest, like her heart had been squeezed by a fist.

person who could was long gone. And he was still waiting...

wheelchair handles. She couldn't help but say, "Honestly, there are so many amazing women in Druville. You could easily find someone incredible. Maybe even through a marriage alliance. One of those partnerships

her off. "How does

she looked up almost automatically. "Uh... Yeah, it's

responded with a

that

what to say. The silence dragged on

into view. Just beyond them was

I'm around you, I don't even notice the moon. It honestly feels like a waste that no one's appreciating

it. The heavy silence that always hung

as soon as the words left her

breath, instantly feeling like all her babbling had been worth