Regret Came Too Late

Grace scoffed. "Do you even realize who Ethan Henderson is?"

Carmen's face flushed. Earlier, she had been swept up in Grace's fantasy and believed that Ethan would want to court Grace.

"I... I... Grace, please. I beg you. Alice is your sister. Just go check on her."

Grace turned to Quentin, who was lying in bed, worry carved deep into his face. She took a deep breath. "This is the last time I'm doing this. I'm done cleaning up her mess."

Carmen's face turned into a deeper shade of red, but this time, she said nothing in return.

After checking what hotel they were at, Grace gave Ethan a call when she stepped out of the building. Thinking about how he had handled Levi before, she was genuinely afraid that if she was even a minute late, Alice would be dead.

She knew, without a doubt, that Alice had tried to drug Ethan.

Ethan picked up the call, but he sounded breathless. He was definitely not himself.

"Grace..."

"I'm on my way, Mr. Henderson. Please show mercy toward Alice. We can explain. Please don't do anything reckless."

"Grace... My head... It's spinning."

So, it was true-he'd been drugged.

something were to happen to Ethan, not only her but the whole Lambert

the hell did Alice get the nerve to think that Ethan

up the elevator, and when she got to the door, she saw Alice curled up in the corridor. Alice was sobbing, her clothes

still alive, Grace was relieved. At least Quentin wouldn't

Grace pushed the door open. She did not see the terror in

"Mr. Henderson."

inside when something yanked her with

door, crushing his mouth against hers. His hands were moving quickly downward, going places that they had

she slapped him hard. The sound of the slap was

jerked to the side, but he remained

pounded as she quickly stepped

only were there blood stains

leaned on the door frame with his head hung, lost in

coffee table. It looked like Ethan had considered taking

setup this pathetic. I had no

licked the blood on the corners of his mouth and raised his head to look

her.