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 memory, her calculating side was gone,

tap her nose but stopped midway, hesitating. After a moment, he

around her, frantic and urgent, asking her what to do. Even in

her awake. She opened her

seemed to have slept well last night, looking more refreshed than usual. She let out a quiet sigh of

her tumbling back

as Ethan gently pressed on her

feel a little off, like the gesture was just too intimate. But she quickly brushed those thoughts aside,

uneasy just being a little closer to Ethan, overthinking everything. Ethan was just being kind, but here she was, twisting his