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.

out, and

out raspy with frustration as he said, "You'll

from the pain. Nothing about that kiss

moved toward the door, then paused as if waiting

of thoughts. After a long silence, she finally said, "Never mind. I'm tired too, Ed. Maybe you're right. You were

the words left her mouth, he left. However, this time, he

and slowly lay back down,

to wash her face to clear up her mind. The sky outside had darkened, and just as she felt the weight of the evening settle, her phone

It was Liam.

back

Grace felt a warmth spread through her chest, easing

materials

still a few people

delay, she got

rimming his eyes. He was only 19 years old, but he looked as though he had matured overnight. Even his chin was stippled

stack of documents on the coffee table was enough

read through everything. Mr. Fenwick

spoiled. He was simply mischievous and had been

his mind to it, none

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

Even the slightest movement sent a sharp twinge through her, making speech an act of

to touch her lips before stepping toward the

even brought some of his senior executives with him,

was, without a doubt, a

down on the couch, her gaze falling on the stack of documents before her. Each page was filled with

the next ten minutes carefully reviewing them before settling to a firm conclusion-Liam would turn

as Liam refused to relinquish his shares, peace

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255