Regret Came Too Late

When Grace woke up, the storm outside was still going on. Her head was heavy, and the room spun as darkness overtook her vision. She had a sinking feeling she was coming down with a fever.

She saw Ethan, who had just walked out of the bathroom, and froze for a moment. When she snapped out of it, she quickly turned her gaze away.

She hadn't taken a good look last night, but it seemed that there were nail scratches on Ethan's body. She could argue that the scratches on his neck were done by a cat, but it couldn't be the same for the ones on his back. The scratches on his back looked undeniably intimate.

Grace wasn't in the mood to think about it, so she went to brush her teeth. The toiletries here were very basic-only disposable toothbrushes and toothpaste that cost a few dollars.

She thought about it while brushing her teeth with a cloudy mind. Ethan had truly suffered this time for being stranded here.

Someone suddenly appeared in the cramped bathroom just as she was deep in thought. Ethan was standing behind her, seemingly wanting to wash his hands.

Without a second thought, Grace stepped aside to make room. But no matter how much they tried, their shoulders would still touch each other in the cramped bathroom.

Ethan didn't have his shirt on at the moment. He was washing his hands in a slow and composed manner as if he were in a presidential suite.

Grace could feel the heat radiating off his body, invading into her space without restraint, from the thin fabric of her clothes. She hurriedly lowered her head and scooped up some water. After spitting out the foam in her mouth, she quickly turned around and went back to the bed.

However, a hand suddenly reached out in front of her. Ethan's hand was beautiful and well-shaped, much like the rest of him.

Grace gave him an awkward smile. "What's the matter?"

he slowly put down his arm. Grace let

in front of the heater all night. The only problem was that they were

the house, so Grace had some. But she stopped for a moment after seeing Ethan walk out of the

making her almost jump off her seat. Her movements were stiff as she was contemplating whether she

his eyelashes, Ethan slowly opened a bag of crackers and had a

stood up and darted toward the couch, acting as if he had some kind of virus. He didn't say a word and neither did she, causing the atmosphere to be very

the crumbs off his fingers using a tissue. Grace looked down at her phone even though there

out a small laugh.

froze. Grace stiffened for a moment before forcing out a smile. "What do you mean?" Ethan lowered his head and opened another

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place which was barely 200 square feet. It would be bell. After

Henderson, we're both adults. In that kind of situation, it's very

the moment. When we step out of this door, we'll pretend that

this to everyone?" Ethan lowered his eyelashes after finishing his words. Looking at

he could finish. "There's no 'what if.' Mr. Henderson, I want to marry a normal person and live a normal life. Maybe I'm overthinking it when I'm saying this, but these

fingers trembled. She had mentioned this in the past, saying that she