Regret Came Too Late

Grace sat down next to Ethan and carefully used a wet wipe to clean his plate and utensils.

Just sitting there in silence while waiting felt a bit awkward, so she tried to initiate a conversation.

"Mr. Henderson, are you still having trouble sleeping lately? I've noticed that your dark circles have lightened significantly. Did you find a more effective sleeping pill?"

His complexion had indeed improved over the past few days, and even the cold, distant aura he usually exuded seemed to have softened considerably.

Ethan looked at the bowl she handed over to him and responded with a soft hum. Grace figured it was really hard to have a proper conversation with him. His favorite thing to say had always been a hum in response.

Just then, the silence was broken as Joanne started serving them the dishes.

When she saw the eight dishes she brought over, Grace thought it was a bit much, so she pulled Joanne over to sit with them and eat together.

But Joanne quickly glanced at Ethan and declined.

"No, thanks. I'm afraid Mr. Henderson might not be comfortable with it."

Grace suddenly recalled that Ethan used to eat with small individual dishes at home. Even back at Henderson Residence, everyone would use serving tongs. She had been careless.

She quickly picked up an unused fork, served some food onto a small plate, and smiled sweetly at him.

this okay?" Grace

anything, so Grace then boldly pulled Joanne down

at a time. Every time her

why Joanne behaved like that. After all, someone with an identity like Ethan would make anyone feel intimidated, especially since Joanne worked at Velvet

and quiet. When she saw that Ethan was eating

orange juice? I

and their fingertips inevitably

dropped

frowned, as if he was

if he finds out. He usually listens to me, but he's not easy to

from them, instantly widened her eyes, a hint of joy flashing

it, you still have

"It's not Yancey."

I'll bring him out with me. He doesn't like meeting people

her eyes were

as you're happy,