Regret Came Too Late

Grace sat in her car, unsure what Paul meant by "Don't make hasty decisions". Was he referring to her love life or something else entirely?

The day had thrown too many shocks her way, which made her feel drained. While driving home, she passed Henderson Group and spotted Ethan outside.

His head was down, and from that distance, she couldn't read his expression. Grace pulled over and flashed him a smile. "Mr. Henderson, are you heading home from work? Do you need a lift?"

Ethan glanced up, then looked away. "Yeah."

Something about him seemed off. She got out to help him into her car when it hit her-unlike Ethan's car with high-tech equipment, hers didn't have an automatic ramp.

Well, this was awkward. He kept his head down and asked, "Am I being a burden?"

Guilt washed over Grace as she rolled up her sleeves. "Not at all. It'll just be a little awkward. Let me help you in first, then I'll fold up the chair."

"Okay."

When she lifted Ethan, she realized just how heavy he was. She thought his legs had been getting better and would allow him to walk a little. Why did he seem worse now?

her face flushed with effort. Around Ethan, she always ended up in these situations-making

she carefully folded his wheelchair. It compacted down to the size of a small stool, which hardly

marks beneath her collar became visible. He looked away, pretending to focus on something

got behind the wheel. In the rearview mirror, she noticed the

emotion on

someone

those people probably just wanted something from him. They were only interested

really made genuine connections scarce. A twinge of sympathy hit her

She had been trying not to think about those

embarrassing. If she said no, he would think she was

even seen the guy's face clearly. He was

someone as straight-laced as Ethan would probably judge her. He probably did not even know

the

leaned back, visibly perking up. "Good. A healthy relationship

smiling. Even if he were the last man on earth, Ethan