Regret Came Too Late

Grace stared at the flower in front of her, then glanced around at the surrounding

scene.

The memory that had just flashed through her mind had happened here, and she had been the one in it.

So... her first time with Ed was in this very place?

Her brows furrowed as she looked down, trying to recall more details. However, the harder she tried, the more her head throbbed.

Just as she raised her hand to massage her temples, a pair of hands gently pressed down on them, slowly kneading in circular motions.

Grace tried to turn around, but the cloth blindfold dropped once more over her eyes.

She sighed. "Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm."

It would seem he hasn't fully recovered. Otherwise, why so few words?

She didn't struggle and quietly waited for him to tie the cloth again before turning to face him. "Have I been here before?"

As soon as she asked the question, the man's grip on her wrist instantly tightened -so much so that it hurt.

She didn't make a sound, but he quickly realized what had happened and let go. Still, a red mark was already forming on her fair skin.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed her wrist as if trying to soothe the pain.

Sensing his remorse, Grace decided to let it go and changed the subject.

"Our first time... It was here, wasn't it?" she asked again.

When she walked in earlier, the place had struck her as quite beautiful. And in those fleeting memories, she had clearly enjoyed it. So, why had things escalated to the point of her hitting him?

The man didn't respond and merely continued caressing her wrist.

Grace was genuinely fed up with her memory loss. Not knowing anything made her feel perpetually helpless.

She raised her hands and touched his face, finally feeling the heat radiating from him.

"You still have a fever?" Grace questioned.

"Mhm."

and instinctively reached to remove

"Don't look at me."

at least take your meds. Why are you even out here with a fever? What if you pass

quiet today, acting all moody

Ed stayed silent.

the wrong thing and gripped his wrist

in the pool for a bit and work up some sweat. I didn't mean to mention someone else on

to her surprise, his fingers began undoing her

head aside-only to remember she couldn't see anything anyway, so she

leaned against Ed's chest. Her thoughts

your boss? They say he used to be an undercover agent. But

her shoulders. His touch was just right, making her whole body go soft. She

asked lazily with her eyes

paused for a few seconds.

and slowly turned around, straddling his

"So, it's true?"

idea what she looked like in

deepened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingers slid downward

it's more or less

legendary life. It's no wonder The

to face him,

his lap. A

same time, she rested her chin on

wandering hands occasioneved

speech to

hand stopped

girl who saved his life

fake, and yet he had found the real one himself. Perhaps it was destined

lips. "So... did

Things ended badly between

the beginning of a romantic tale. Why did it end

interest, his hand began softly tracing her

her, it was

in between. It's too

down and bit his shoulder. "You sure know a

"It's all hearsay."