Regret Came Too Late

Alice was clenching her fists by her side so tightly that her palm was almost bleeding. Her face bore a forced smile.

"No, it's okay. I should apologize to you for what happened last time," she said through gritted teeth.

Grace inspected the handbag. She had to admit, Liam really had a good eye for things like this. At least this was a handbag she could carry in public. It wasn't too eye-catching, yet elegant.

She raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, giving him a gentle scruff. "Thank you."

Liam suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He had actually been feeling guilty over the last time he helped convince Grace to admit something she didn't do in the first place. But looking at her right now, he let out a sigh of relief as she didn't seem too bothered by it.

Alice slowly walked into the room. She still spoke in a gentle tone, which caught Grace a little off guard.

From Grace's point of view, Alice had always been lacking in sophistication. Why did she seem particularly composed tonight?

"Hey, Grace. I'm going to try on some wedding dresses tomorrow. You can come along with me if you're free."

"No, I won't be free. I need to go to work."

Alice felt slightly better because Grace would have to witness a man she loved marrying someone else. It would probably be so unbearable for Grace that she might end up drowning her sorrows in alcohol tonight.

Alice was only acting so calm right now because she was forcing herself to hold it together.

"Yancey wants me to tell you that everything that happened in the past is in the past, and he also hopes that you can get over it soon."

Grace found this very ironic and looked up at her.

It's clear that I've already moved on, but he hasn't. He was following me around

instant, and she felt like she was about to collapse. She wanted

tension in the room grew more suffocating for a

remained calm as she turned away. "If there's nothing else from you two, please leave. I need

room. He was worried that those

and her gaze quickly swept

a simple layout, and all of the drawers were in plain

her instincts and rummaged through the coats hanging

she had to know a bit more about her past self. Otherwise, she wouldn't have a single clue about

there. There was only a rather thin notebook with a single sentence written on the cover that

on the notebook immediately tightened, and even her breathing turned softer. Did she

find more clues. But all she found were blank pages,

kept looking around in the house, but there was barely anything inside. It

truly treated this place

frustration. Other than

notebook into her handbag and opened the door. As she was leaving,

is wrong with this man? Didn't we already give him a lot of

to take some extreme measures at

Carmen's voice. She sounded so enraged that she even started bringing up the possibility of

Carmen not to call the police. She didn't want anyone else to