Regret Came Too Late

Seriously? Grace couldn't understand how Ethan managed to fall asleep so quickly.

Eventually, she could only remain silent. She forced herself to sleep, but it wouldn't come. As far as she could remember, she'd never shared a bed with a man. And to make matters worse, he was her boss.

Unable to sleep, her thoughts wandered, and a memory surfaced-something she had written in her notebook long ago: "Don't trust Ethan".

She turned to study his profile. He was strikingly handsome, with a high nose bridge that cast a perfect shadow. Even up close, his skin was flawless-no pores in sight. She caught herself staring at him for a while, and before she knew it, sleepiness crept in.

It seemed that losing her memory had made Grace unusually carefree. When he heard the soft rhythm of her breathing, Ethan slowly opened his eyes and turned slightly, his gaze fixed on her face.

Since losing her

hesitating. After a moment, he sighed quietly, adjusted

and indistinct. Voices echoed around her, frantic and urgent, asking her what to do. Even

opened her

than usual. She let out a quiet sigh of relief,

around her waist, and the sudden move sent her tumbling back down. Luckily, a broad hand caught her, steadying her against his palm. "Thanks,"

pressed on her back before asking,

feel a little off, like the gesture was just too intimate. But she quickly brushed those thoughts aside, remembering how uncomfortable he had looked when she was on

fault. If he hadn't kept blabbering on, she wouldn't have felt so uneasy just being a little closer to Ethan, overthinking everything.