Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 276

Grace had a lingering sense that something about Ed was amiss. His demeanor

had shifted, and he had grown strangely fixated—almost to the point of

obsession.

Also, "that guy" he had mentioned-who was that supposed to be?

"I'm not playing you." She reached out and took his hand, guiding him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. "And I don't hate you either, so don't let your thoughts get carried away."

"What about the shells?" Ed pressed.

There was something relentless in how he clung to her words, even the ones spoken in passing, as if each word held the weight of a vow.

Grace began to wonder if she had really gone too far this time.

"I forgot," she said. "I'll make it up to you next time."

Ed fell silent. His lips trembled for a moment before he finally said, "You're just making a fool of me, Grace."

She was beginning to grow weary of it all. Needless to say, she wasn't someone who knew how to coax or comfort another.

The atmosphere between them instantly became tense. She simply admitted, "If that's what you think, then we should break up."

No sooner had she said it than she felt an overwhelming sense of hostility, a wave of killing intent that seemed to roll in from all sides. Yet she knew that it wasn't meant for her personally but for the world in general.

He slowly rose, then abruptly framed her face with his hands and brought his mouth down in a fierce kiss.

The metallic taste of blood spread between them when a jolt of pain bloomed on her lips as she reflexively tried to push him away, but he only bit down harder, to which she furrowed her brows in pain.

called out, and he finally

he said, "You'll regret

the pain.

hold him, but he shoved her away. He moved toward the door, then paused as if

whirl of thoughts. After a long silence, she finally said, "Never mind. I'm tired too, Ed. Maybe you're right. You were just someone who happened to show up

left. However, this

the silence. She took a deep breath and slowly lay back down, but after avoiding

to wash her face to clear up her mind. The sky outside had darkened, and

It was Liam.

you're back in

spread through her chest, easing the relentlessness that had

gone through the materials I prepared for you?" she

But there are still a few

eyes. Without delay, she

was only 19 years old, but he looked

the coffee table was enough to tell

of dependence. "I've been so obedient while you were gone. I read through everything. Mr. Fenwick has even been teaching me how to manage the company. But you're still the best, Grace.

of relief. In truth, Liam wasn't actually dim-witted, just spoiled. He was simply mischievous

his mind to it, none of these concepts was

wound on her lip. He had never encountered anything like that before

the slightest movement sent a sharp twinge through her, making speech

touch her lips before stepping toward the coffee

some of his senior executives with him,

doubt, a

documents before her. Each page was filled with thick markings of annotations in handwriting that

conclusion-Liam would turn

Liam refused to relinquish his shares, peace would remain

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