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.

had fallen asleep, her expression calm-almost childlike in its innocence. Since losing her memory,

but stopped midway, hesitating. After a moment, he sighed quietly, adjusted her blanket, and

Voices echoed around her, frantic and urgent, asking her what to do. Even in her sleep, she could feel the tension, the weight of everyone's

opened her eyes and

well last night, looking more refreshed than usual. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, glad to see that, at least, she was still effective as his "sleeping

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

touch lingered as Ethan gently pressed on her back before asking, "Feeling

aside, remembering how uncomfortable he had looked when she was on top of him. It made

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