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.

innocence. Since losing her memory, her calculating side was gone, and now she

midway, hesitating. After a

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

She opened

usual. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, glad to see that, at least, she was still

waist, and the sudden move sent her tumbling back down. Luckily, a broad hand caught

lingered as Ethan gently pressed on

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

hadn't kept blabbering on, she wouldn't have felt so uneasy just being a little closer to Ethan,